Diaper Messing 소설 & 이야기

"Can you hold Collins for a minute? I need to dispose of his diaper, outside." Melanie gave a pleading look to one of her colleagues, holding her one and half year old son, while a baby diaper that hadn't been wrapped properly, due to the fact that she didn't want to just drop her son in the rest room was in her hand. She barely let them carry him anyway, but since she offered, the lady putting on the same uniform as Mel nodded her head,

"Honey, should we buy some baby things?" I asked. "We'll need them eventually when we have a baby." "Hmm? Sure, whatever you want," Carlos replied distractedly. Lilian was on tiptoes as she wiped down the cupboards. Her skirt had ridden up slightly, revealing her toned legs. Carlos' gaze was glued to her. "Alright. I'll go shopping today and redecorate the house a bit in the afternoon," I said. I bought several baby monitors and installed them in every corner of the house. This way, even if I wasn't home, I could still monitor everything they did.

“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.”

He started fussing, clearly uncomfortable, his little legs kicking restlessly, his arms flailing. “Hey, easy, I know. I’m new to this too…” I said, trying to sound calm, even though the insecurity in my voice was obvious even to me. “But I’ll figure it out, okay? I can’t wake your mom over a diaper. I’m a CEO; I handle million-dollar contracts… I can handle a dirty diaper. Right?”

Diana waves her hand in front of her face, laughing as she says, “I think their bowel movements are synchronized, Layla; I will leave the clean-up duty to you, shall I.” I laugh, “Thanks, Diana.” Diana places Beth on the floor before leaving; I shudder when Ellie wiggles and poo goes everywhere. Once Ellie is changed, I wash my hands quickly before picking Beth up; she has been crawling around the floor. I gag a little when I see the mess in her nappy, she kicks her legs, and my hand gets covered in shit. I gag again as I wipe my hand and finish changing her; I look through the cupboards for the fabric conditioner to wash my hands with when Darius knocks on the door. He screws his nose up be

Sergeant Sally stood beside him, stopwatch in hand. "Alright, Miller. Your goal is to change this diaper as quickly and efficiently as possible. And remember, in real life, the baby will be wiggling. A lot." She pressed a button on the doll, and its arms and legs began to move erratically. Christian's eyes widened in alarm, but he gamely reached for the diaper. "How hard can it be?" he muttered. As it turned out, very hard indeed. Christian fumbled with the tabs, struggling to keep the squirming doll in place. At one point, the fake poop (which looked disturbingly realistic) nearly went flying across the room.

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

"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.

"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.

After careful inspection, he relaxed, content that her healing was still on track. Pulling the soiled diaper from beneath her, I tucked the ends in and used the tabs to close it tightly. Lightly placing the blanket back over lower half, I gave her skin a moment more to dry completely while I made my way into the laundry room. It wasn't difficult to find the disposal container; however, it did take a moment for me to understand how it worked. Apparently, after dropping the diaper in the top, there was a lever to engage an interior compartment to open, subsequently allowing the soiled diaper to drop to the bottom and close tightly again in the middle. Hmm...clever.