Diaper Humiliation Stories Novels & Stories

The burn hit instantly -- Sophie's wail turned into a terrified, ragged shriek, her little limbs thrashing inside the swaddle. Scarlett just laughed, clamping the baby tighter with her arm as her wrist tipped the glass further down. "What are you doing?!" I slapped her hand away with everything I had. The glass flew from her grip and shattered on the floor. I snatched Sophie into my arms. She was choking and gagging against my chest. "Shh, baby, Mommy's here..." I patted her back gently. My fingers came away damp and cold -- Scarlett had squeezed her so hard the diaper had burst.

I watched Hermes take off my panties and peeled the pad from it. "Don't." My face was on fire…. embarrassed as fuck. "You don't have to…. that's disgusting, just let me…" He ignored me completely, took it to the wash hand basin and rinsed it clean under the water without a trace of hesitation, wringing it out, squeezed out the wet soaked pad now filled with only water and dropping it into the trash like it was nothing at all. I stood there under the spray, blood still trailing faintly down my thigh, humiliation burning hotter than the soup had.

I wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. Sienna laughed, stepping back like she had just done something amusing. “There. Now you look like the pathetic mutt you are.” I could barely breathe. My vision blurred, shame burning in my chest, my skin sticky with humiliation. Then came the rage. My fingers curled into fists, my breathing shallow. I could feel the soup dripping from my chin, sliding down my neck, soaking into the fabric of my uniform. The humiliation was suffocating. Sienna and her friends laughed hysterically.

During Thanksgiving, my wife, Maya Golding, said that she had an important project to finish late at night and sent me to her parents' house to deliver the holiday gifts. As soon as I started my trip with the gifts, my phone rang. "Bro, move your car, please. My car can't leave the parking lot." 'Move the car? But I am already in the car,' I thought. I answered, "You must have called the wrong person." There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. "Is the Audi in lot 695 not yours?" I tightened my grip on the phone as a bad feeling rose inside me. Maya had driven that Audi today, and she had a designated parking spot at the office. "Yes, where are you? I'll go move the

Zaria I’m laughing so hard my sides hurt as Jasper tells me about the time he almost embarrassed himself out of existence in college. “I swear to you,” he says between his own laughter, “I was two seconds away from sacrificing my dignity on those stairs. Diarrhea is not a joke.” I clutch the railing as we climb the stairs, still laughing, my eyes watering. “Please, stop. I can’t breathe,” I tell him, wiping my eyes. “Why would you even tell me that?”

With bruised knees, aching joints, stiff legs, and a curved back. I've never been so uncomfortable in my life. But who is comfortable when they're being tortured? A cool draft forces me to shiver and the whipped raw shredded skin on my back seers causing my very vision to spot with color. But this draft is nothing compared to the scalding hot water Julian threw onto the open wounds before he left. This draft is nothing compared to the humiliation of pissing my pants because my bladder couldn't hold my piss any longer. This draft is nothing compared to the tears that broke through my eyes when the whip cracked onto my back for the twenty-third time and there was nothing I could do to stop the

She immediately removed her panties, something that she didn't remember she had put back on last night. Zoey sat on the toilet bowl, trembling and praying that her dilemma would soon disappear before her husband could witness once again, that most embarrassing moment of her life. "Damn. Why do I have to feel this way when I'm with Dio?" Zoey cried to herself, tears cascading down her almond eyes.

David teased, making Daniel grimace at the impending future awaiting him. We all laughed, seeing how David's remark had caused an effect on him. "Yeah, and until the real trouble arrives, you'll have to deal with lots and lots of diapers. And not just any kind–the worst kind," William chimed in, his voice laced with amusement. "The ones that reek so badly you can't tell if it's your child or a skunk in the room."

Unexpectedly, she heard teasing laughter from some people who were a few feet away from them, "Oh my goodness, did you hear about it? Natasya Anderson, the daughter of the head of Ruthorham, was hospitalized here. They said that she pooped and peed all over herself, it's so funny!" "Really? That's so embarassing!" "I know right! The doctors and nurses who were tending to her had to close their noses and mouths in disgust. So many strange things are happening this year! Could you ever have imagined such a scene? The daughter of a rich family being covered in her own sh*t! If this news were to spread out, it will be a great headline, won't it?" "Yes! What kind of behavior is this? How did it t

It was like I was telling a huge lie. "He fucked me through my butthole everyday. Which earned me an anus leakage, that I was forced to wear adult diapers. I fell ill at first, but got used to it on the later. This made the cloud of depression to surround me everytime. I had no friend, I was always one to myself. Because I saw everyone as an enemy. Plus my dormmates threatened to kill me and have my body buried six feet down, in our room. Because they were scared I was going to report them." I paused, then run my palms together, before placing them on my knees.