Woman Messes Diaper Novels & Stories

"If you guys are done washing, then there are a pair of poopy diapers looking for a change." Despite the crowded conditions, Chris, Gina, Naomi and Ethan squeezed and jostled to grab a dish to scrub or dry. Wrinkly fingers were a much better prospect than the smell that came out of his niece and nephews bottoms. "Someone has rotten breastmilk," Chris hissed, just to annoy his sister. "And someone might need to invest in lube," she replied. Yeah, his sphincter tightened in response. "Delicate freakn' flower my ass," he muttered darkly.

“Yes. He needs them Cole.” “His mom is so worried about him getting them.” “I know. Most first time moms are.” We move easily together and without me having much thought, William is on the table striped down to his diaper. “Check her bag for a clean diaper and some wet wipes.” Jessa instructs as she picks him up and takes him to the scale. By the time I find the requested materials she’s bringing back a completely nude baby. I close my eyes and turn away. I’m completely useless when they are naked.

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!"

Maybe Madi has calmed me down a lot. Back in the changing rooms I notice I’ve a message from Madi with an image. I make sure nobody is looking over my shoulder and open it. Fuck me, that woman is outrageous and as sexy as hell wearing a deep pink push up bra and matching panties. One hand is tucked inside her panties with a message. Starting without you Big Boy, gotta get myself nice and wet for your huge cock to slide inside my pussy xoxo I chuckle and my dick springs into action, not a good time since I have to hit the showers but just the sight of my girl in hot pink is making me want to be with her right this second.

Their presence seemed to suck all the air out of the space, including my breath, and for a moment, I felt like a deer caught in headlights. I could feel my heart pounding nervously within my chest but I tried to force an easy smile. “Oh, good! Uh… I was just looking for the diapers. Do you happen to know where they are?” I asked, trying to sound casual. Mason stepped forward, his expression calm and composed. “They’re in the beige box over there,” he said, gesturing toward a sleek dispenser mounted on the wall. He pressed a button, and a fresh diaper slid out smoothly. Damn. I didn’t even know that box could do that!

I even drove my car out, only to check into a nearby hotel. As soon as I checked in, I opened the surveillance app on my phone that was connected to the baby monitors. Carlos was working on his computer while Lilian was nearby, dressed in what looked like my lace lingerie. She had an apron tied loosely over the lingerie and was using a small vacuum to dust the shelves. Unsubtly, she moved the vacuum closer to her. The apron was sucked away suddenly, revealing her half-undressed body. "Oh no, Mr. Houston! My apron was sucked away!"

“You’re not supposed to move too much.” “I’m fine,” she smiled. “You’re the one who looks like he just walked out of a battlefield.” He grumbled, “This is worse. There’s no manual for this.” “Actually,” she gestured toward the diaper, “you’re doing it wrong. Here—watch me.” Zayden helped her sit up a little more, and she leaned toward the crib, reaching out with a practiced ease. Her movements were tender, natural. She wiped the baby gently, applied a thin layer of cream, and adjusted the fresh diaper with perfect precision.

Savannah had been baking cupcakes nonstop since morning with Lizzie, filling the entire house with the warm, sweet scent of vanilla and chocolate. Miles had decided that was the perfect time to ruin his diaper in spectacular fashion. Being the helpful, goody-two-shoes uncle that I apparently was, I’d volunteered to handle bath time and a fresh diaper change. Big mistake. Changing a squirming, happy, extremely energetic baby turned out to be significantly harder than defusing a bomb. At least bombs didn’t kick their legs like they were trying to win an Olympic gold medal in freestyle. “It’s going to rip, Sav,” I grumbled, staring at the stubborn adhesive flaps on the diaper. “Look at these th

I'm immediately on guard, wondering what has her so upset. Mari, however, stays calm. "Theo pooped mom! He pooped! And it stinks! You need to change him," she demands. "Why don't you change him?" she teases back. Myra crinkles up her little nose in disgust. "Ew, Mom. I don't know how to change a diaper." "Hmm. Maybe it's time you learned how," Mari suggests. "Mooom. Come on," Myra pleads, the previous topic no longer up for discussion.

She opens her legs a bit more and just lets it all out, feeling the poop making its way out anyways. She shutters as a large and mostly liquid mess fills the back of her diaper, darkening the appearance and making it sag significantly. She knows there's still more but she can already feel that she's filled the diaper to at least half capacity. She whines again and pushes once more, this time with a bit of difficulty. Both of her arms are putting pressure on her belly as she pushes out the rest of it into her diaper, more solid than the previous one. Samantha ends up having to adjust her stance, opening her legs so the mess doesn't stick to her skin more than it already has. She feels that it