Diaper Humiliation Story Novels & Stories

"Well...um... Back in highschool, he got me expelled. And before that, he even rubbed his used diapers in my face, right in class. I was so mad." "Was the diaper soiled?" She shook her head, "N-no. But... I couldn't get over it. It haunted me. Anytime I heard the name Nelson or even saw it on paper, anywhere, I would remember what he did to me. And I decided to contact Pete and have him disgrace Nelson a little," "And that Pete went on to work over Nelson and stream his nude glory for the world to see. And you instructed him to use Nelson's soiled diapers on his face?" Asked a peeved Tylian.

The last thing I recalled was dancing at the club with that handsome guy… and then, everything just went dark. Suddenly, the urge to vomit overwhelmed me. Panicked, I looked around for a washroom, but I couldn’t find one in time. Unable to hold it in, I grabbed the bedsheet and threw up into it. The stench was unbearable, and my shame came crashing down like a wave. “What is happening to me?” I whispered, horrified by what I’d done. I wrapped the soiled sheet and shoved it under the bed, praying no one would find it before I left.

He questioned, earning a look of disgust from me. I told him she wasn't nice. I mean, a nice person wouldn't be so selfish and heartless. He told me not to throw the good times we had because of a tiny issue. What, tiny?? The whole school was laughing at me, making mockery and posting shits on social media, ruining my life more than it was ruined in grade seven--when I went to use the rest room and the back of my dress got stuck in my under wear. I walked down the hall that way without a clue that my panties where showing.

I didn't stop until I was dry and tears streamed down my face in messy streaks. I felt honestly humiliated and ashamed and yet it wasn't my fault. Am just a human who wasn't around at the time they killed his mate but he did this to me. I wasn't raped but that sickening behavior was so humiliating. I didn't even know what they were up to. Heaving one last time, l washed my whole face with water and antibacterial soap that was provided by the airport stuff.

Élianor Her name is Valérie Montfort and she was my tormentor for three years, she made my daily life a living hell, she orchestrated the humiliations with surgical precision, she rallied the entire school against me, she laughed every time I came home in tears, she said one day, in front of everyone, in front of the entire high school, that I was "a fat, ugly girl who would end up a cashier in a supermarket if she was lucky, because with a face like that and a body like that, she would never make anything of her life." Today, fifteen years later, she is the deputy mayor of this city, she built her career on lies and compromises, she signed shady deals, she took kickbacks, she sold building

Another lady with a bigger ass than mine, cried as she walked closer, not thinking twice before jerking the towel off me—exposing my entire body and nakedness, forcing tears to run down my face—finally. “No!” I shouted. This was the worst that would ever happen to me. Of all humiliations I would ever experience, this was worst. “You can't do this.” I reached for the towel lying around on the floor with tears that filled my face. “You can't.” More tears streamed down as I covered myself, but it was too late as some people's phone’ cameras had taken a photo of me. Laughter filled the room. It was like a dream come true, for them.

They both were loud, unlike my mum whose shoulders only shook in silence until she snorted. Ri continued, “You pooped your pants back in sixth. Who poops their pant in sixth grade?” My jaw clenched and my skin pricked with embarrassment. I spat back, chortling, “You did. But in the eighth.” “I had diarrhoea,” he reasoned. “So did I.”

That would be the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me. “If you don’t pull it down, I will do it for you.” He threatened again and only then did my hands hold the pajamas by the waistband and pull it down, it fell to the ground, creating a small cloth puddle. Ethan sat me on the ceramic toilet bowl and I let it out. Someone, please kill me. I don’t think I could ever look Ethan in the eye again.

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.

“I thought he’d never leave. I have to pee and really don’t want to suffer the indignity of being carried. Can you help me out of this chair?” “Of course!” Mallory agreed, then added, “He really is intense, isn’t he?” “You have no idea!” I groused. “Up you go!” Mallory grunted as I used her arm for leverage. But as soon as I was on my feet, a gush of hot fluid ran down my leg. I slapped a hand over my mouth, a muted sob escaping. I knew it happened to pregnant women sometimes but I’d never been so embarrassed. “Oh Goddess! I’m so sorry!” I cried. “That’s never happened before. I really thought I could make it to the bathroom! Please don’t tell Nathan! He’ll never let me go alone again!”