Daisy Diapered Novels & Stories

She sighed and went downstairs to help her mother in her cafe. The next day she was getting ready for her birthday party, she adorned a red frock, accompanied by a touch of light pink lipstick and a hint of blush. Applying Colossal to her eyes, she smiled at her reflection, well aware that Darian admired the color red. She combed her hair, securing it with a red headband. As she descended the stairs, her friends chatted while her mother served cold drinks and snacks. Daisy was engrossed in conversation with her boyfriend, Smith. Her father's absence didn't matter to her; he must be busy gambling with his friends somewhere in a club. What brought tears to her eyes was Darian's absence on a da

**Jonathan** “Is she gonna….” “Jon…she looks a little green around the….” I reached for the small white trash can we lovingly called the puke bucket, but it was too late when I returned. Daisy had vomited down the front of her onesie. Before I could groan, the baby monitor chirped beside me. “Mr. Jonathan?” Kiyah called weakly. “How are you feeling, Kiyah?” I answered, helping Kierra strip Daisy out of her soiled clothing.

Pacifier 2. Stuffy 3. Diapers and pull ups(depends on little age) She designed it after I finished calling out everything. "Are you finished?" I asked as she dropped the pen back into the pack. "Yep, do you like it?" She asked back showing me the paper. I nodded smiling as I opened my arms for her. She dropped the paper back on the table and sat on my lap hugging me. "Should we go down to cook?" I asked after a while. Nicole nodded and we left my room to go down to the kitchen. Daisy was already leaving. "See you tomorrow." She smiled and Nic waved at her as she walked out.

My eyes widened immediately when I saw it laid out on the sofa. “This is too short,” I said quickly, shaking my head as my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I can’t wear this.” “Master said this is correct,” one of the maids replied calmly. “You should wear it or you’re going to get beaten.” A cold shiver ran down my spine at her words, the maids helped me put it on. The thin fabric clung to my body, they dragged me toward the dressing table and began working quickly. One of them combed my hair and twisted it into a neat bun while the other applied bright red lipstick onto my lips. The bold color felt foreign on my face.

Aramide spoke, getting herself worked up FLASHBACK “You don't get it, You promised me momma that as Long as Daisy was with you were with me and I would be fine, that day when I left for school I didn't take daisy with me, that's why this happened! I can't leave her, it's like you and Daddy behind” A tear slipped down Aramide's eyes as she wanted to cry out loud at her daughter's deductions. Daisy was a teddy bear Aramide had sewed for Aracely when she was little, She could still recall that day, It was Daisy's third birthday, and her Dared hadn't come in time to get her gift from the shop, Aramide and Aracely had put Daisy together sloppily and clumsily, it was a bear that held every piece o

See you tomorrow,” Nicolas replied briefly. Daisy had her essential stuff with her. So, she immediately changed the gown and put on her clothes. The white gown got a blood-red stain. She tried to clean it with plain water and hand wash. After trying for long, she managed to clean it. Nicolas was waiting outside for quite long. Daisy took more time than usual. Coming out from the green-room, Daisy found Nicolas still waiting for her while scrolling his phone. Seeing Daisy, he looked up and asked, “Done? Let’s go home then?”

"But honestly, the idea of waiting until I'm eighteen to get my license feels like a lifetime. I want a sports car and the freedom to cruise these streets today." Jayson stood up from the bed, reaching out to pull Daisy to her feet. "Enough of that. Let’s get ready and get going; we don't want to be too late." Without the slightest hesitation or warning, Daisy began to strip. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head in one fluid motion, discarding it onto the floor. The movement exposed the creamy, untarnished skin of her chest, showcasing her breasts—full, pert, and perfectly rounded.

We went inside the comfort room. Daisy gave me the paper bag she was holding. “Wear that,” she commanded. I just chose to follow what she said and went inside the cubicle. I checked what’s inside then made a face. It was a knee-length chiffon dress that had a floral pattern. I don’t really wear stuff like this. It’s too girly for my taste, but I don’t really have a choice.

Daisy watches me like a hawk, correcting me when I try to wear something with too many buttons. “No. Not that. Too complicated to remove. Wear something comfortable.” “Daisy, it is a dress.” “A dress with twenty small buttons down the back,” she says. “Do I look like someone who wants to unbutton twenty small buttons?” “You’re impossible,” I say, switching to a looser dress. “That one,” she says approvingly. “Perfect. And take your hair down. They will wash and oil it.” I let my curls fall across my shoulders. Daisy gets up and claps her hands. “Yes. Good. You look like a woman ready to be pampered until her bones melt.”

As the initial surprise settled in, Daisy found herself enveloped in hugs and laughter, her worries momentarily forgotten in the embrace of friendship and celebration. The room buzzed with chatter and laughter, each moment etching a memory that would stay with Daisy for years to come. Amidst the joyous chaos, she couldn't help but steal glances at the file still clutched in her hand, a stark reminder of the weighty decision looming in the back of her mind. "Happy birthday, Daisy," Christiana said, handing her a small gift with a knowing smile. Opening it, Daisy found a beautifully bound journal, its pages pristine and waiting to be filled with her thoughts and dreams.