Woman Messes Diaper Novels & Stories

The third was just a drawing of a very long penis with a smiley face at the tip. When I saw the pregnant message, I tossed the stick away like it was on fire. And because my life was just so awesome, it landed with a nice plinking noise in the toilet bowl. “Are you done yet?” a man’s voice called through the door. “Are you dead?” “I have diarrhea!” I yelled. “You don’t want to use this one!” “It’s the only one in the store, lady!”

They all laughed, and Kael's eyes rolled so hard I thought they'd get stuck that way. "I can't handle it," Kael insisted, crossing his arms. "I draw the line at diapers." I shrugged. "You'll get over it. Exposure therapy, right? I'll just start changing diapers in front of you until it doesn't bother you anymore." Missy came out, her face lighting up when she saw us. "I see everyone's in much better spirits. I'm happy you all came." She wrapped me in a quick hug. Cassy darted over to her, waving my phone. "We get a huge pic tomorrow!"

Behind us, Mel moans, “Ugh, now I’m crying from both my eyes and my boobs. Dammit.” “Welcome to womanhood,” the assistant says kindly, handing her a tissue and a pad in one smooth motion. Mel snatches it. “No one warned me I’d need boob diapers.” “Wait until the baby’s born,” Trixy offers helpfully. “They become weapons.” “Perfect,” Mel sighs. “I’ve always wanted milk-shooting cannons attached to my chest. Really seals the bridal fantasy.” We all burst out laughing. Even Trixy. And honestly? For the first time in a long while, the laughter feels easy. Like hope. Like healing.

she giggled, and I laughed along… until a strong smell hit me. “Uhm… baby? Did you poop?” I asked, even though I already knew. I checked her diaper. Yep…confirmed. Without calling the maid, I scooped her up. “Let us take care of this ourselves, hmm?” I carried her upstairs to Maya’s room. That was where all her baby stuff was, diapers, wipes, powder, alcohol. Everything. I pushed the door open with one hand, holding Vivienne in the other. We went straight to the bathroom, and I cleaned her gently.

Rhett snickered, teasing Heath. “That tea towel we were using as a nappy was insufficient,” Talen observed dryly. “You’ve got the next one,” Heath added. “You’ll need Cameron’s help, it’s really a two-man job. The amount of poop that comes out of something so little is really impressive. You have to keep a hand on her at all times whilst you clean her, or she somehow gets her hands and feet involved and then it gets everywhere. And the shit sticks to her skin like nothing else, so it takes some cleaning. Then you have to get something back on to catch the next poop… At least, hopefully, once we’re at the hospital, they’ll have proper nappies.”

The waitress looked embarrassed as she got down to clean up the mess, she looked about six months pregnant. One of the men licked his lips, “When you’re done cleaning that up, I need you to clean up the mess on our table. He picked up the ketchup bottle, squirting it all over the table, and at her. One of the others joined in with the mustard. As the other two laughed. Raven turned back around to excuse herself to show them some manners, but the woman was gone.

At that time, Garrett’s wife even said to Jane, “Madam, how did you think of buying all this for our child? Thank you so much.” Jane then smiled and said, “I don’t have a child of my own, so I also don’t know. I just happened to see this diaper brand having a promotion when I passed by the mall, and many people were buying it. I asked a few mothers if this diaper brand was good, and they told me it was quite good, but I also did not dare to buy too much.” “Thank you so much.” “If you feel that it’s good after using it, then I will have the driver send you a carload of them.” Jane then went to carry the child while she was speaking.

The sounds of high heels clacking against the sidewalk were suddenly mixed with the loud clattering of plastic bottles rolling across the ground. The clacking came to a stop underneath one of the streetlamps. Despite how she was bathed in a rouge-red glow, I noticed that Meredith's left earlobe was devoid of any jewelry. In place of the pearl that was once there was a dark red scab. When she pulled the faux fur coat tighter around herself before ducking into the alley, I caught a glimpse of the bruises on her calf. The shape was a near-perfect match to the jagged edges that decorated the sides of Austona's casino chips.

The wind howled outside the tall glass windows of the 32nd floor, whipping snow so thick it looked like a white wall. Messy stood in the middle of the open-plan office, biting her lip as she tried to stuff papers back into folders. Her name was actually Maya, but everyone called her Messy for a reason. She was twenty-six, curvy in all the right places, with wild dark curls that never stayed in her ponytail and a habit of spilling coffee on important documents.

Why would all ten of you decide to get an ID today? Melissa, whom I'd been carrying in my arms, stirred in her sleep. It seems she was going to pee anytime soon, she wasn't even wearing a diaper. I had totally forgotten to tell Isabelle to put at most two diapers in the bag she packed for us. Dear God, help me before she rains on me.