Diaper Humiliation Stories Novels & Stories

It felt just like wearing a sanitary pad, but she was consumed by shame. As Javier Beckett's wife, she couldn't believe that she had to use an adult diaper at her age. It was such an embarrassing matter. "Mom, did you bring more? Your leakage is getting serious. One won't be enough," Betty voiced her concern. "And how am I supposed to bring a few more with me? How am I going to carry them around? It's easy for you to say!" Sophia hissed, her cheeks flushed. "The ladies are only bringing a clutch. I'll become a joke if I show up with a backpack. One is enough. Worse comes to worse, I'll just refrain from drinking water. Besides, I won't need to wear this stupid thing anymore after today."

All of a sudden, Nathan came in and threw a packet of diapers at him. "These are Taurus' leftovers, you can use it as you like." Anthony was speechless. After Nathan left, Anthony stared at the diaper for a long time and decided that it was better to secretly stock it up. Just in case... Ever since this incident, Sahara became globally famous. After all, she was the first national athlete to experience incontinence in the pool. She had an epilepsy episode the last time, and it was incontinence now. What was going to happen next time?

As I bent over to remove my pants, tears brimmed and flowed from my eyes. My cheeks burned with humiliation; tears ran down my cheeks and dripped off my chin, and I could hear all of them laughing at me. My bottom lip trembled as my hands reached behind my back and fumbled with the clasp of my bra. And when I was about to unclasp it, the room rang in silence as Dario immediately pulled out his phone, and his eyes widened.

Smells like curdled milk and regret. The baby gurgles happily. The mom gasps, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” I force a smile so tight my cheeks ache. “It’s… fine. Really.” It’s not fine. I can feel the vomit soaking through the fabric, sticking to my skin, dripping down between my breasts. My nipples…already traitorously hard from the constant low-grade arousal I’ve been fighting…tighten further from the sudden chill and humiliation. I mutter something polite, abandon my cart mid-scan, and bolt for the restrooms at the back of the store.

I'm probably some big dark hole that consumes everything whole. Dear no one I'm sitting on the toilet squeezing my eyes shut and covering my mouth to stop any sound from coming out. Colton did bad things to me again. He covered my mouth and tore my sweater then later tried to bribe me with chocolates. I'm struggling to walk well because it is painful down their and I can't even pee. Not that anyone would notice am always sad and alone. Dear no one I noticed if I poured warm water over me while going for a short call, the pain Is less. My panties are full of blood and someone is going to notice if I don't hide well. They would make fun of me again.

Karen wanted to say to Alex that the bag contains also a powerful laxative, but the pain in her bladder had finally become too much. "Oh you're in need to pee!" Karen nodded violently. Alex whistled. Karen looked at her unbelievingly and felt the hot liquid flowing into her pants. Her eyes opened wide in surprise: she was peeing herself. She was unable to stop the flow. And it was her own slave that did that to her. She felt her cheek reddening in humiliation. Her theory in writing her enslavement procedure was that humiliation can be a sexual trigger.

It had been days since I'd had the urge, and yet they refused to release my arms. It was very embarrassing having to go on myself, even wearing the diapers they'd put on me after the first time I'd shit myself. I tried fighting back the tears as I began to feel sorry for myself again. That's an all-day thing for me now in this dreadful place. "And what is that droning noise?" I wanted to cover my ears to escape the sound that had been piping through the walls since the night before. "Sound? What sound?" She looked at me like I was crazy.

Emily was in class, everything was normal until she felt the urge to pee, she didn't want to go, she isn't allowed to use the bathroom anymore, she has to use her diaper or call for her mama. She didn't want to feel little in that particular moment, she decided to hold it in, but holding it in turned out to be really hard, her stomach started to hurt, she ignored the pain, but the pain only got worse.

Nowhere to turn. As the weeks passed, my baby bump began to show, and the whispers and glares from the pack only grew worse. Wherever I went, I could feel their eyes on me, judging, mocking. I was their laughing stock, the failure who couldn't even find a mate but managed to get pregnant. The humiliation became too much. I couldn't take it anymore. Everyday was a new hell, and very night I cried myself to sleep, wondering how I had let my life spiral out of control.

Camille chimed in. “It's not that.” I said defeated, “It's that they're so comfortable with lying about how they ‘took care of me’. They took care of me alright but in the most terrible and humiliating way you could think of.” I was crying now, tears and snot running down my face, and I hiccuped at intervals, trying to stop crying.