Diaper Femboy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Trent didn't even need to lock me in, the weakness that has taken hold over my body assured me that I never leave or move, even when I want to, today I decided to bathe, I smell, and I have a rash. Trent found out that I'm diaper dependent and made fun of me, of my need to be taken care of, he threw a closed pack of adult diapers on me, they didn't have any teddies or animals over them they were ugly and didn't go up and down like my old ones, I hated them so much, I had to teach myself how to use the bathroom again, I don't always make it, but I did most tomes.

She stood up waving her slim arms out of frustration. "She has such a big ass and huge tits then the tiniest waist, how does that happen ? Now my dresses are giving each problems." She grumbled. "But why would you tell your designer to design one size for all your bridesmaids." I asked clearly amused. It wasn't entirely true Raina had a body of a Goddess, it's just that my fiancée is really skinny so she see's anyone whose above her weight as fat. Raina has the body of an hourglass...so fucking deliciously perfect.

Danica replied warmly. They reached the second floor and turned into a boutique adorned with massive teddy bears. The shop was a sea of pastels—onesies, strollers, cribs, and tiny bottles. “OMG, how cute!” Danica squealed, picking up a pair of tiny gray and yellow shoes. “Aww, they’re so small. They look like toys,” Aubrey said, leaning over slightly. Danica lifted them up to show her. “These are unisex. They work for anyone. Here, let’s see if they fit your feet since you’re so tiny,” Danica teased.

“The Kendrick heir is wearing a Pampers?” “Is that why he was strutting like that?” another laughed. “To keep it from leaking?” George’s eyes were darting around the room, the black remote in his hand shaking. He looked like he wanted to trigger the Upload button just to watch the world burn, but he was paralyzed. If he humiliated me now, he’d be doing it as the man the world knew as ‘The Diapered Heir.’ “You bitch,” he whispered, the words barely audible over the roar of the room. “I will ruin you for this.”

I softly called to her. She was full of cuteness as she lay there looking up at me, cooing and kicking her little feet. “How’s mama’s girl?” Oh, wow girl you stink! Babies are cute, but man can they be disgusting. One diaper change was enough to make me question if I was up for this challenge. I have fought and won against one of the most powerful witches of all time, trained and fought against grown men ten times my size and now here I am getting my ass kicked by one shitty diaper.

Cause if not, you’re carrying Ryū. Darius: I just need to get some students out of my class, then get it. Don said he had it ready. Don’t worry. I wouldn’t let our sour puss down. Riko: Can you also stop by the store? We need more diapers and wipes. Darius: You got it, sweetheart. Can’t wait to see you in your Padme costume. ;) Riko: Thank you. I love you. Darius: I know. Forrest: *eye roll emoji*

I declare, determination in my voice. In deft motions, the old diaper is discarded, and Cevia is cleansed. My internal countdown lends urgency to the process as I swiftly secure a fresh diaper around her tiny form. Thirty seconds – an achievement punctuated by the absence of any unsavory mishaps. A silent exultation ripples through me, a far cry from Brayden's previous misadventure.

"You got yourself some fine company." "More like a scary one." Fred leaned forward, with a gaze of interest. "How so? Is she a plumpy bimbo?" "No..." "A skinny scarecrow?" "Not that either..." "Got horns and a hunchback?" "Fuck, hell no!" "Boobs too big or too small?" "No." Diam was helpless as the memories of her boobs flooded his mind. "On the contrary, I've never seen boobs so perfect." "Then what is it?"

[After a few minutes of maneuvering and a few ouches, she pulled out the weird looking contraption. Me: [That damned diaphragm represented chastity and birth control to me, so I had the camera do a close-up as my big hands grasped that diaphragm and tore it into small pieces. As part of the script, mom had to make me safe by putting a 'helmet on my soldier'. I had purposely NOT bought any oversized rubbers for myself, knowing then that they would have to pause and get some of HIS out of the bathroom. All of this was part of my script, which paralleled my plan. As mom opened the condom wrapper, the camera close-up showed how his size condoms would only be a little cap covering less than a thi