100 Novel(s) Related To Women In Messy Diapers

Frozen on my feet, I saw how the woman who was always conscious about her hygiene and cleanliness turned into a completely different person. There were empty bottles of wine and goblets scattered around. There was broken furniture, and the bedsheets were wrinkled and out of order. But above all, it was Della who was in a complete mess. She was wearing a brown fitted crop top shirt and khaki skirt that was now stained with red wine and a trace of her vomit.

“Godammit woman! I’m telling you it’s ugly..” I roll my eyes,”Bro, I believe the word you’re looking for is messy or I don’t know, maybe untidy..” I say, “ugly seems a bit too off don’t you think?” His face turns red from embarrassment. “I mean seriously, if you wanted to make an excuse, atleast make a good one..” I spoke as if I make excuses any better when I obviously know I suck at it. “I me-” “You might as well tell me the truth you know..”

Hard to get aggravated by a turnip-head. Of course, as soon as she walked into the room, she realized she was wrong. The stench of excrement alerted her to the fact that the comatose man had soiled his adult diaper again. Great, just what she fucking needed. Her head was pounding, her mouth felt as dry as the Sahara, she could barely keep her eyes open, and now she had to clean up after this gork. If it were near the end of her shift, she would be tempted to pretend she didn’t notice and leave it for the night nurse to take care of, but as her shift was only beginning, that wasn’t really an option.

“…What the hell is wrong with everyone today?” The doors slid shut again. 6th floor. Ding. The doors opened….and a cleaning lady rushed in. Carrying a bucket. With A dirty, disgusting-smelling mop. Before I could even react.. CLASH! The bucket tipped or she tripped with the bucket. Filthy Water.. grey, and reeking like shit splashed all over my trousers. “…!!!” I froze. Then my entire body jerked. “ARE YOU BLIND?!” I exploded.

Lila and Mia ground their wet pussies together, moans filling the room as they came together, bodies shaking. The rotations continued for hours. Ava to Leena with fingers and tongue, Leena to Mia with strap-on, Mia to Ava with double penetration using toys, Sophia to Leena with rough thrusts, Lila to Sophia with oral, and so on. The bed creaked and banged against the wall nonstop. Cum covered the sheets, skin, and faces. The room reeked of sex. Lena came so many times she lost count, body shaking, voice hoarse. They finally let her rest, but only to turn on each other. Lena watched them in a tangle — Ava riding Sophia’s face while Mia fucked Ava with a strap-on. The sounds were obscene and beautiful.

Ella felt like she had just fallen asleep when a loud bell woke the women up. It was still dark outside and Ella watched the women as they knelt down in a single file as they had previously. Ella followed suit and waited patiently for the head count to be over. The cold floor was hurting her knees just as the rest of her body was aching from the cold of the night. Once the head count was over, the women began to stack the mattresses and blankets against the wall. Others then headed to the bathroom area where dozens of toilets were lined up opposite taps and showers. Ella watched as the women used the filthy toilets without any privacy while others scrambled for the shower. She used the toilet and then walked back to the sleeping area where several of the women were sweeping the floor. She desperately wanted a shower but she had no soap or change of clothes.

Instead of eating it, she scattered it toward a few wild birds by the trail that clearly weren't afraid of humans, then lifted her phone and started filming a short video. "Guys, look at me, getting up close with nature. Aren't these little birds adorable?" Her sweet voice made my stomach churn. Suddenly, one of the birds swooped down. A splatter of droppings landed squarely on the biscuit in her hand. She screamed shrilly and flung the entire pack away as if it were contaminated. Then, she twisted open a bottle of precious drinking water and poured it over her soiled hand. That was our life-saving water.

The men roared and unloaded inside them, flooding their wombs and guts with massive, thick loads that overflowed instantly, pouring out in heavy white rivers down their bodies and onto the filthy floor. When they finally pulled out, both sisters’ pussies and assholes gaped obscenely, twitching and pulsing, leaking thick waterfalls of cum mixed with piss and squirt onto the floor beneath them. Sophia and Aurora lay side by side in the disgusting puddle, bodies trembling, covered head to toe in layers of warm, sticky filth. Sophia looked into the camera with dead, euphoric eyes and rasped: “We are nothing but filthy, leaking holes now…”

"I thought after our meal that perhaps you'd like to get clean." The word 'clean' caught Diana's attention, and with a look down at herself, she suddenly realized just how filthy she must be. Her daily washes with the moist cloth Alphie had provided did not replace the need for a real shower or bath. I am such a dirty girl. Hell, I didn't even think about bathing I was so worried about getting his clothes off and having my way with him again. "I'd like that," she said. "Do you keep water on board for showers and stuff?"

I hesitated as I was about to push open the door of the ladies, and choose to go into men's instead. The smell hit me like a juggernaut truck. This part of the shop was not part of my cleaning contact and therefore had not been cleaned recently if ever! It was filthy. There was a row if individual ceramic urinals and three cubicles. The tiled floor felt wet and sticky. The neon lighting flickered as if the bulb was about to die. It was the perfect place to behave like a dirty slut.

The weight already made her arms ache, but she clenched her teeth. The first women’s bathroom on the ground floor was large — twelve stalls, huge mirrors, stainless steel sinks. The smell of old urine and cheap perfume lingered in the air despite the air conditioning. “Here, princess,” Carla said, pointing to the first toilet. “This one is especially ‘happy’ today. Someone puked at lunch. Clean it with care.” Vivian leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching. “And don’t forget to wipe behind the door. The day shift girls complain if it’s dirty.”

" I doubt you did that. You are way too skinny. Probably can't even kill a fly." Ella wriggled her arm from the large ladies grip and backed up against the bars. She had watched enough movies with investigations and sentencing and she knew she needed to mind her own business. " Hey guys, guess we have a miss goody two shoes here." The lady said sarcastically to the two other dirty woman sitting in a corner. They laughed, showing off their yellow teeth. By the looks of it, they were here for the week. They smelled worse than rotten garbage and vomit.

So reluctantly I nodded as I stepped out of cabin, closing the door behind me before following after him. Once we stepped through the front door of his cabin I was instantly met with a disgusting stench of filth, my jaw clenched as I scanned the room and found five women huddled together, still tied up with thick rope but with a bucket close by and what looked like water inside. There were empty booze bottles lying all over the place and filled up ashtrays scattered on random side tables, the women on the floor looked frightened, that was a given. But more than that they looked completely broken, their spirit’s depleted and for a moment I wondered who they had once been before having the unfortunate fate of being captured by Dax.

As the door opened, a large room revealed itself with the same dominant sweet scent in the air, but other strong odors were mixed with it. "What a scene..." Harry said, stepping a pace in front of me. My eyes were downcast, but as I raised my face, the view before me became increasingly repulsive. Used condoms scattered across the floor, empty bottles, suspicious stains on the worn carpet. Even in the dim light, it was possible to see a tangle of bodies, some on top of others, and several small groups scattered around the room. A woman appeared, stumbling toward us. Her body was covered in dark patches, bite marks, and residue from what they'd been doing. Her eyes seemed empty, pupils dilated as she moved with difficulty, stumbling over her own feet.

‘’He’s busy but he’ll soon be here’’ Amy whispered back to her, at the same time worried because she hadn’t called him to tell about the impromptu shower yet. ‘’We’ll start first with the dirty diaper change game. I need four people who would like to contest and win a prize for who can change a diaper the fastest’’ Diana Bennet said and Carie’s hand sprung up in the air. ‘’We have a very eager contestant here’’ Diana said and everyone laughed again. ‘’What the hell are you doing? You’ve never changed a diaper before, you don’t even like babies’’. Sarah said to a very eager Carie who was standing beside her.

They picked one that wasn’t covered with bird shit, so I didn’t have to scrub it clean before we could lay down the changing mats. “Do you need some help?” Gia asked as Kellen and I took the girls from their harnesses and laid them down onto the mats. “You can take out the diapers and the moist towelettes,” I suggested, letting her see that we got this. “I’ve dealt with more than shitty diapers at the Clubhouse. This is a walk in the park.” Gia did as I asked, then chuckled. “Remember the first time you changed Blaze, and he peed all over your biker vest?”

Today it was a pigsty of note. The kitchen sink overflowed with dirty cups and plates, and flies buzzed around a bowl of something gooey on the small round dining table in the centre of the cramped room. But it was the stench of soiled diapers and stale beer that made Marybeth gag. It hit them as soon as Arno and Benji slammed the front door shut. "Christ, does anyone not clean up around here? How do these people let children live like this?" Arno grumbled as he rolled up his sleeves, getting ready to clean up the place.

Badly. He leaned against the wall, sipping his coffee, and surveyed the large main room. It was a disaster area, naturally, as it always was first thing in the morning, and before the underpaid cleaning ladies arrived. Broken glass and cigarette butts covered the floor, empty bottles and dishes and articles of women’s clothing were strewn around all over the damn place, and the women themselves were naked and draped over the furniture, passed out cold. He averted his eyes from the miles of flesh on display, hoped hard that none of the girls had been forced the night before. Nobody had ever complained, but then again, this wasn’t the kind of place where a sexual assault claim would be taken all that seriously.

Seeing another author giving a talk, both ladies started moving towards the rest room. “Was that your husband? What does he do?”, a lady who was powdering her breasts in the rest room looked up at Sarah the moment she walked in. Sarah puked into the wash basin. “Are you pregnant?”, another lady got all interested. She had got a scoop.

Did he really push a woman into me just to spill a drink on me? Turning, I walk down the hall and into the room, opening the door I step into the bathroom. The dress is socked, and stained. Lifting it from my body, I use a cloth to try and clean the stain. It's useless, the dress was perfect, and now it's ruined.