Novel & Cerita Diaper Humiliation

"Let's hope the higher-ups enjoy this little show." Several of them stripped me naked and posed me in all sorts of positions while the camera flashed again and again. I dug my nails into my thigh, fighting to stay conscious, as burning tears slid down my cheeks and pooled inside my ears. They stretched and bent my limbs into grotesque, humiliating poses, and I was drowning in a sea of shame. I couldn't fight back. All I could do was lie there and let them do as they pleased, knowing the camera was recording every second of my humiliation.

Positioning my hands over my crotch to protect my dignity - if there was even any left. Standing in just my white briefs, I trembled. Awaiting new instructions as a tear rolled down my cheek. As I stood there, in front of the floor to ceiling window, I felt that everyone in the world had a front row seat to my emasculation. I'd never felt so humiliated as a thousand unseen eyes watched my every move.

Royalty nearly puked from the stench. He cursed, taking off the diapers. He covered his nose, and Zaiee frowned. His poop wasn't smelling. He kicked his legs in protest till Daddy began bathing him. Zaiee wasn't a fan of water. Immediately the hot water touched his skin, he bellowed. Crying and kicking his legs unhappily. Unfortunately, Zaiee's poop diapers laid close to his feet. Immediately he kicked, the diapers went flying to Royalty's face. It stuck and filled his face with poop.

Walks around the desk. Her heels click on the floor. 'You want that promotion, right?' I nod. My heart beats fast. 'Good. But you have to earn it. Show me how bad you want it.' She points to the floor. 'Kneel.' I drop to my knees. The carpet is soft under me. She unzips her skirt. Lets it fall. Black panties show. She pulls them down. Her pussy is shaved. Smooth skin. Then she opens a drawer. Takes out a strap-on harness. Black dildo attached. Thick and veined. About seven inches long.

Right then I became a real crying mess, never in my life, I had cried so much. I think I cried myself to sleep because I was startled awake by the sound of thunder. I was still laying down on my stomach and my muscles were too weak to turn my body. I was itchy and burning down there and I noticed I had used my diaper and I didn't only pee. It felt so humiliating laying down in a crib, not being able to move with a full diaper. The worst thing of it all was the gag, using my voice was the last bit of freedom I had here, until now. I laid there for a very long time, so long that I had used my diaper again. It really started to smell. I had cried multiple times now and both men haven't paid me

She opens her legs a bit more and just lets it all out, feeling the poop making its way out anyways. She shutters as a large and mostly liquid mess fills the back of her diaper, darkening the appearance and making it sag significantly. She knows there's still more but she can already feel that she's filled the diaper to at least half capacity. She whines again and pushes once more, this time with a bit of difficulty. Both of her arms are putting pressure on her belly as she pushes out the rest of it into her diaper, more solid than the previous one. Samantha ends up having to adjust her stance, opening her legs so the mess doesn't stick to her skin more than it already has. She feels that it

I had things to say and I was going to say them with tears and spit and a dramatic arm wave. “You don’t even understand what it’s like!” I cried, clutching a throw pillow to my chest like it could absorb my trauma. “You’re not the one who has to waddle around with heavy boobs and aching hips and a full bladder every thirty seconds! You’re not the one who has to cry at diaper commercials or get aroused by the smell of waffles or scream into a pillow because you don’t even understand what’s going on with you” He tried to speak. I cut him off immediately with another burst of tears and a very dramatic flop backward onto the bed.

“Give her more! She deserves more than this!! Voices keep coming; rotten things keep raining on me. I can only cover my face from shame and humiliation. “You are worse than a whore! You even had to ruin another woman’s home! Cheapt home-wrecker!” This one broke all the bitterness they were holding back. I am covered in the juice and the hanging pieces of the rotten tomatoes and other friuts. I smell rotten. I am stinking all the way to the heavens. I am still getting more. I stand frozen, feeling the slime run down my face, mixing with my tears. I can’t even wipe it off. My hands are shaking too much as they secure my face. I hear them laughing, celebrating their win, and enjoying my humilia

I hope to God he can’t hear the desperation in my voice. He spins me around and shoves me back toward the bathroom. I waste no time pulling down my jeans and squatting on the toilet. As bad as I need to go, the stream takes a minute to start with him watching. This is so damn humiliating. Made worse by the lift of Dagger’s brow when I don’t pee right away. The relief is so great when my body finally cooperates that it’s hard not to groan. I’m sure he’d like that. I look around for toilet paper and find none. “Seriously, there’s no paper?”

Suddenly, the image of her mother's depressed and sad face, and her father's bleeding body flooded her mind. She gritted her teeth and her hands were trembling. It was so embarrassing to take off her clothes in front of him. She had been forced to take off her clothes twice. She thought that she would never have to experience such humiliation ever again, but she didn't expect that her worst nightmare would come true. It's the kind of thing that only a perverted man like Hansen would be interested in. For her, it was nothing but pain and embarrassment. It was the same as losing her dignity when she was being stripped naked!