Woman Messes Diaper Novels & Stories

She asks so pitifully I can't bear to laugh at her anymore. "Relax, babe! That is not a diaper. Ella said it's a panty-type sanitary napkin. She said it's good for heavy flow or something and I just put it on you, myself this morning. You were never a burden on anyone." I say as I bring out the whole pack for her to see for herself "Oh..." She replies and wants to ask another question but I quickly talk over her "Now we need to hurry. We don't want to be the reason dinner is delayed."

She craned her neck and let out an incredulous laugh when she saw the product resting peacefully, on the highest space on the shelf. "Fuck!" She screamed loudly, earning a few glares from the women around her, "Sorry." She whispered apologetically and received a few eye rolls. Mays set her basket on the ground beside her and rose to her tiptoes, stretching her arms as high as possible. She huffed frustratedly when she couldn't even touch them. Maya stared down at them and bit her lip, Who the fuck even came up with the idea of putting tampons that high up?

' 'Stop thanking me! I dipped the money into my second back pocket, which was already filled. I zipped it up and smiled at the next customer. He stared at everywhere but my eyes as he dropped his items; five tampons, two bags of diapers, fifteen baby milks… Tampons? 'You are buying tampons?' 'God, this is so embarrassing,' he whimpered, pulling his hood over his face. 'Just check this fast so I can get out of here.' 'Why are you buying them? For your wife? What does she need tampons for? Isn't she pregnant?' I asked, looking at the diapers.

Luckily, now his son can work together. "Your pampers are full, son!" Reya told his son when touched his son's wet buttocks. "Come on, let's take a shower so we're more handsome," she continued while removing his nipples from his son's mouth. Before taking his son into the bathroom, she took off his son's clothes first to make it easier for his son to bathe. Don't forget, Reya has prepared a plastic bag to throw away his son's used diapers. "Luis..." the woman called out to her husband who must be downstairs.

Not going to touch that jerk-off grenade. The next aisle is the toiletries aisle. A woman in that section takes one look at me, drops the basket she’s carrying, and scurries away. Good. We can use the privacy. I scan the woman’s abandoned basket and note several items that Luna will need — a toothbrush, deodorant, razors and shaving cream, and tampons. I dump the contents of her abandoned basket into our cart and decide we’re done. “What is all this stuff?” Luna asks, picking up the deodorant. Christ. I forget she’s lived like a savage her whole life.

“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.

“Those depend on weight but seeing as they are three months you’re probably going to be looking at size two unless you’re going cloth.” I shook my head. “Then Auri would be remiss for me to not tell you to get one of those diaper trash cans. She said there was no way she was taking out the trash every time of them pooped, especially with two. Those trash cans reduce odor are a must even if others say it isn’t.” “I…thank you…” Standing up, Hector ruffled my hair and I wrinkled my nose. “You have elders who either have helped raise kids or have kids of their own. Bryan may have you buy a ton of pool noodles for safety but he would be the one to talk to about baby proofing.”

I couldn’t face Stepdad like this. Instead, I drove straight to Cici’s house, heart still racing from the shame and strange arousal it brought. Cici’s room was already set up like a forbidden paradise when I arrived. A glowing pink “Sex Island” banner hung on the wall. Dim colorful lights, plush blankets covering the floor, snacks, bottles of wine, and a table laid out with toys—vibrators, dildos, lube, everything. The girls cheered when I stepped inside and dropped my coat, revealing the full slutty look.

At that moment, the livestream had hundreds of thousands of viewers watching. When I spoke up, every pair of eyes zeroed in on Maisie’s soaked yoga pants. “Wait, did she seriously pee herself again? She’s pregnant. Shouldn’t she be resting at home instead of embarrassing herself like this?” “Didn’t she claim she had recovered? And now this? How gross.” “Is she addicted to the attention or what? Peeing on the stream every day? That’s some nasty fetish.”

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!