Diaper Humiliation Stories Novels & Stories

She banged on my door, yelling, "Irene, are you a pig? The toilet's just right there! Do you not have legs? How could you poop in your room? "You're seriously beyond help! Did you seriously have to do something so embarrassing just to spite me?" I remembered that when I was little, I once had acute gastroenteritis and couldn't make it to the bathroom in time, so I ended up soiling my pants. Mom didn't help me clean up. Rather, she made me stand in the yard and told the neighbors that I was as dirty as a pig. Now, she thought I was dirty again. Mom waved her hand in disgust like she was shooing a fly. "Leave her! Let her stay in that stench and choke on it!"

However, he did not shown me any favor in that kind of way he tried to avoid me even though we worked in the same place. I was sitting on Wyatt’s lap, listening to the stories Dalla and Eva were telling me about Wyatt. I couldn’t believe he was so mischievous as a child. “ Oh yes, we were even locked in a store once thanks to that precious mate of yours, and I had to pee in a cup, it was the most humiliating night of my life and I’ve had plenty!” Eva sneered, glaring at Wyatt who just chuckled. “ Humiliating? I’ve had plenty of humiliating days, like that time the cops brought you girls naked in a police car,” Aspen chuckled.

I groaned internally. Fine. There was no way out of this it seems. “I went to drink water and after that, I needed to poop and because it was urgent, and I was also too embarrassed to come back and ask Izar if I could use his toilet so I had to navigate this big house all by myself to find the guest toilet so I could take a dump…” I paused, glaring at my best friend whose face was twisted with mock disgust, “...Happy now, Annie?” It was amazing how the lie came out easily. And yes, announcing to them that I went to take a dump was less embarrassing than telling them whatever the hell that was with Azrael….

Before hanging up, I reminded Mom, "You have to let me know when the date's confirmed, okay?" She chuckled. "You've always loved being in the middle of things since you were young. Don't worry. I'll definitely tell you." … When I got home, Yasmin was in the middle of scolding the two maids who watched Daphne. Apparently, Daphne had wet her pants again that day—three times, no less. Not only were all three clean pairs of pants used up, but other kids had laughed at her for it. The maids, clearly feeling wronged, explained, "Mr. Grant, Ms. Beech, we've been as careful as we can, but Ms. Daphne doesn't like wearing diapers. She says they make her bottom itch."

I can survive this, I have been here before. I peed myself because I found it hard to even stand, I lost all the confidence to even ask to be excused. They enjoyed torturing us. They would constantly tell us that we couldn't be excused for what so ever reason. I wasn't the only person who peed myself. It was some sort of entertainment for them to see a grown man or woman pee themselves because they felt helpless. At this point, I had even heard whispers of people saying... it wouldn't take a week before I had lost my baby. I had passed three weeks so far. Not much of an achievement but it made me feel better.

"Ms. Sampson's villa isn't home for the homeless. They're your parents, aren't they, Felix? Figures. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Ugh, I can still smell the mud on them." Rage flared within my heart, but I held it back and quickly wiped the water off my in-laws. Diane had a short fuse. She would not stand for this insult, so she snapped, "And who are you supposed to be, you uneducated swine? How dare you call Felix a homeless man!" Zack did not hold back. Instead, he pressed on the attack. He picked up a ceramic ornament and hurled it at Diane. I deflected it with my hand, and the ornament grazed me.

I was so entranced with the story until I felt something warm go down my princess area, I knew I had a pull-up on, I was supposed to use the potty like a big girl, but I was completely dependent on diapers. I let Hunter know I should get back to work before my boss caught me since my break was over. As I went to stand up I accidentally flashed him my wet pull-up, again. Last time it was my diaper. I felt so embarrassed I blushed red hoping he didn't notice before I went to go help the first person I saw needing help. The full pull-up wasn't that comfortable at all, I kept fidgeting between my feet until the customer left finally, I was still fidgeting until I saw Hunter looking at me with kn

The tip of the knife dug into the wood before falling to the floor with a clink, leaving its mark. Just like he did on me. I had gone to the washroom in the morning, took off my underwear and looked myself in the mirror. The gasp that left me was followed by a waterfall of new tears and sobs of pure humiliation. My butt was all red with horizontal stripes from one side to the other. The flesh was so sore I could barely touch it let alone sit on it. The day went by. I stayed in my bed. Hungry and thirsty. Nola never came. Even in my situation, I had been praying non-stop, so Nola could be safe from his monstrosity.

Pain shoots through my body as the pain and the injuries from yesterday flare up again, and I hiss in pain, trying my best to not scream. But nobody comes to ask me if I'm okay, or even lend a helping hand. Instead, I hear laughter all around me. By now, the staff members have also joined the crowd, eager to see the drama. "Look at that. That's the Boss's daughter, yes she is the one lying in the dirt. How embarrassing!" "Oh my God, I would literally die of embarrassment! I could never tolerate that… ugh!" I struggle to sit up, feeling tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. What am I going to do now? Is this what I have been fighting for, only to be humiliated and cast aside?

I couldn't remember much of what happened after that. Then the next morning, my world fell apart. The picture was everywhere. Turned out i was so drunk and had taken off my clothes, including my bra. And Louisiana has taken a picture of my boobs. People passed it around like it was entertainment. Every time I walked into a room, I could feel eyes following me. Whispers trailed behind me in the hallways. Some people laughed openly while others pretended not to. The humiliation was unbearable. Louisiana swore she had no idea how the photo got out.