Demi Moore Hair Diaper Novels & Stories

I asked, trying to keep my tone light so they would not sense my rising panic. Diana held her chin as she was thinking hard. And as if a light bulb popped up on top of her head, with her wide doe eyes, she turned to her mother, “He had super dark hair, like Devon, and he had a tiny mole, Mommy, the same as Devon’s mole here on his temple!” She giggled, pointing to Devon’s temple. “They’re twinning, Mommy!” she exclaimed cheerfully, as if it were the most exciting discovery.

Liz POV Deimos pulls one of his shirts over my head and tries to lead me from the room. “No way,” I say, dragging him back to the closet. “I am never leaving this room without pants again.” Deimos chuckles lightly as he watches me from the doorway of the closet. I slide on a pair of panties and leggings before throwing my hair into a messy bun. “You are never allowed to wear your hair down again,” Deimos says as he rubs his fingers over my mark.

I never thought it was to get away, in fact, it was quite the opposite, I knew she would try to pull the hair showing at the top of my tank top. “It hurts too if you try to tear them off, little one,” I lowered my voice as I heard the soft sigh Vivienne released against my back, at the same time the arm around me tensed for a few seconds before relaxing again. “Dad's hairless,” Continued saying the girl, who apparently didn't care whether her mother woke up or not. “I didn't know you could have that many.” “I'm not that hairy either,” I blurted out a little defensively.

Mom takes a deep breath, but doesn't say anything. "That's all the hair you have? You trim all the rest away. How? Do you trim with the scissors or shave? Look at mine. The hair just goes every which way. It doesn't look sexy like yours." Lisa pulls her swimsuit bottom down and shows Mom her blonde pussy. She brushes her fingers through her hair saying, "See mine's ugly. Not sexy like yours at all."

She went back to taking my clothes off, she managed to undress me, I looked down to my waist, expecting to see my panties, instead there was a diaper, a thick diaper with animal drawings on it, but it wasn't the only thing down there, there was also a big white fluffy tail. "You like your new tail?" Emiliyah, I mean mommy says, I nod busy looking at it, trying to touch it, she let me do that, as she changed the thick diaper, I ignored it, I don't want to look, I didn't look nor commented until I felt pressure against my bum hole and I screamed, but the diaper was closed over it and my tail was slipped through some kind of clothes. She then sat me up careful with my fragile tail as tears went

Mom was coming out right when i stopped at their door, she almost bumped right into me, when i saw her, my mouth dropped open, She was wearing black ripped jeans, a black shirt with spiked knee high boots, her hair was in a high ponytail, shaking my head i gently pushed her back into the room telling her sit down, she looked confused but sat down anyway, “Mom you look hot as h3ll, but i don't like the high ponytail, you look like your going through something like that,” i took out her ponytail, brushed it so it wasn't tangled, my mom had dark long hair, it was almost down to her a$$. so i decided to cut it, we had an hour left, So why not, i cut it where it was in the middle of her back, i

She was just debating how to do Moira’s hair when a knock announced the girl’s presence. “Come in,” she called out. Moira came in, hair still damp, and sat in the vanity seat that Fallon indicated. Without much discussion, Fallon began drying her hair and brushing it out to figure out how it was going to fall. She was surprised at how soft it was. Darren’s was a frizzy mess. “What have you done already?” she asked.

She began to remember things that she had long ago put out of her memory. Momma had a date with Mr. Benson and she wanted Juicy to put spirals in her hair. She had such beautiful hair. Juicy had always wished that she looked like her momma. Momma was milk chocolate with long, thick hair that touched her shoulders. Juicy in comparison was ashy black with hair like a kinky cap. She pressed and oiled and brushed what she had until it shown...still it would never be like Momma's.

I looked toward it and shrieked. "Now I'm going to look like an old lady!" I said. Deamian chuckled, "My mom's hair was white and she didn't look old at all." I still frowned. "can't I colour it" White hair! No ways. I mean yes, I was supposedly the next moon goddess, but white hair? Nope. Just before he was about to say something, a rustle sounded from the bushes. We weren't alone. "So, I leave you two in the same house for a night and this is what happens?" Deamian's dad said.