Woman Messes Diaper Novels & Stories

Then he shifted again, face twisting. “Pee,” he said, louder now. “Yeah. I know,” I said, rubbing my forehead. My phone was in the bedroom, but I went back quietly, grabbed it, and returned. Cyrus watched me with solemn curiosity, his eyes following every move. I propped the phone against the sink and typed with one hand. 'How to change a diaper. How to clean a baby.' The words felt absurdly formal for what I was doing. A video popped up. A smiling woman, calm and confident, holding a doll.

“Okay, step one: make sure you’ve got everything ready before you start. Diapers, wipes and cream. You don’t want to be halfway through and realize you’re out of wipes.” Orrin nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration as he set the diaper bag down and rummaged through it. “Got it. Diaper, wipes.and cream. Check, check, check.” He held up each item like he was presenting evidence in court, and Mary snickered. “Look at him, all serious,” she whispered to me. “You’d think he’s defusing a bomb, not changing a diaper.” “Feels like it sometimes,” Orrin muttered and Mary flinched, surprised he heard her. I laughed, shaking my head.

"Please tell me it's not a battle of Wolf versus Baby Poop." "More like Father versus Daughter," I say. "I don't know how or why she manages to take her diaper off in the middle of the night every single day, but she does. She has your stubborn spirit. But yes, there's poop involved. Quite a lot of it, in fact, and I'm going to be late for work if I deal with it myself." Marcus groans again, already heading up the stairs.

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.

Repeat. I never imagined a seven-pound creature could produce that much shit. “We’re out.” Diana appeared in the kitchen holding an empty pack of diapers. Hair in a messy bun. Face bare. Still beautiful. “The last one.” “What do you mean, the last one? I bought twenty packs last week.” “Well, she used them all.” I looked at the crib in the corner of the living room. Luna was awake, her little green eyes open, tiny hands swatting at the air. She saw me looking and smiled—a gummy, drooly, completely stupid smile. My heart melted.

I replied, joining his laugh, "I wasn’t far behind when I opened that diaper and both the smell and the appearance of what was there almost made me throw up all over that poor girl." "So, some shit scared the English, who would’ve thought." “Some shit you say? Michael, I wasted a pack of baby wipes trying to control the mess while Louis was sprawled on the floor breathing from an alcohol container. We had to throw away the changing table because no one dared to wash it. Laugh all you want, so did Milena watching us trying to control the gagging during the whole process.” I shut down the computer amid Mick's laughter and couldn't help but marvel at the fact that it only happened once. Now, Lo

as the dildo came out a little further. "It seems you've made a bit of a mess," she said. And then the dildo was out and I felt such relief that I came right then and there! Mom held the dildo up and I saw the 3 inch streak of brown caked from the head down its sids. My heart fluttered. I had never shit on a dick before! Of course, I've never had such a large phallus lodged up my butt all night, either.

It started as a joke. At least, that’s what Mia claimed, though the more she said it, the less she actually seemed to believe her own excuse. "Boss," she said, popping her head into the study. Dante was deep into a stack of shipping manifests. "Luna’s out of size-two diapers again. Enzo swore he restocked on Tuesday, but either he’s lying or there's a secret diaper black market in this house I don't know about." Dante’s pen stopped mid-stroke.

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.

I’d never really watched Sophia do it. Reese burst out laughing, doubling over. “You’re gonna need help. Big help.” “Thanks for the vote of confidence, kid.” Roxy looked up at me, her big eyes full of trust, completely unaware of the chaos she was about to unleash on me. I hesitated, staring at the diaper like it was a bomb I had no idea how to defuse. After what felt like an eternity, I managed to get the new diaper on, though it was probably a bit lopsided. Reese gave it a long, critical look before shrugging. “Not bad for a rookie.”