Diapered Girl Novels & Stories

She asked pleadingly. “You saved me from being sold for illegal organ harvesting,” another girl said. More of them kept talking until Ariana said, “Alright, where is your camera? I will take the pictures.” The girls were jumping in excitement. Most of them were less than sixteen years of age. “Thank you, Ariana, you are so kind. No wonder he loves you so much,” one of the girls said before posing for the camera with Caddaric. Ariana patiently clicked the camera and was laughing all through. Since the pictures were instant, she kept copies.

Before I came with a smart replay, as to why I don't apply makeup, I heard the loud and unmistakable voice of Penelope, who when our gaze came upon her, looks like a kid who found a lollipop. “Cassi!” Penelope came running towards us and engulfed me in a huge hug, which I returned because I needed it. "You look so good,” she said, smiling widely and revealing her white straight teeth. She always says good things like that to everyone. Penelope is a nerd, that's what comes to mind whenever I see her. She loves books - Too much. She is short 5’2, with ginger curls, freckles, green eyes, glasses, and she tops it all off with clothes that old house wives would wear. I don't think they would eve

After all the heathen is one of our only chance at getting the world back. I snapped out of my thoughts by a girl in the cell across from mine was sobbing. She had pale skin that was cover in bruises and cuts, long knotted brown hair with sad green eyes, she looked barely 14. My heart broke for her has tears continue to run down her face onto the collar she and the other had to wear. She was curled into a ball at the corner of her cage.

" He waves me off. I shake my head and go into the house. In my room, I kick off my heels, pull off my skirt and blouse and throw on some old coveralls and a t shirt. I throw up a blank 12 inch by 24-inch canvas. Filling my oil paint tray, I press play on my Bluetooth speaker. The hard guitar starts 'Just A Girl' by No Doubt. "Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Well don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights

Diaper. Kaiden POV. "Anna please no" I beg with her one last time when she says it's time to go for breakfast, this is worse than the time when my ankle was sprained, I'm walking like a penguin due to the thickness between my legs. "It's okay Kaiden, it's normal for littles your age, I'll check on you through the day and change you whenever you need to" she tries to convince me but I didn't want it, my lower lip started trembling, my pout got bigger, my eyes turned purple with emotion, even my dragon didn't want this!

Little shit didn't bother saying thank you, instead, just running off back to the table he jand his sister shared with two more people. Three hours left, Dria. You can do this. “Dria,” a little girl in pigtails came up to me, her large blue glasses falling from her nose. “I poo poo.” “Aww, in your pampas? That's okay, I'll help you clean up.”

The child protests, reaching back toward me with chubby fingers, but his mother’s grip is firm. “No, darling. We don’t go near... people like that.” The words hurt more than I expect. People like that. As if I’m some kind of diseased animal instead of someone who risks her life every week for their treasured healing herbs. I’m almost to the bakery when I hear soft sniffling. A little girl, maybe six years old, sits on the ground beside the post office, tears streaming down her dirt-streaked face. Her knee is scraped and bleeding, and she clutches a torn doll to her chest.

That’s when I saw her. A little girl was curled up in the corner, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. She looked so small and fragile, like a broken doll that had been tossed aside. Her face was streaked with dirt and tears, and her hair was a tangled mess of dark curls. Her clothes were torn and filthy, and her bare feet were scraped and bruised. She couldn’t have been more than eight or nine years old. My heart ached as I moved closer, trying not to startle her. “Hey,” I said softly, crouching down a few feet away. “What’s your name? What are you doing here?”

_Nico’s POV_ The safehouse stank of gasoline and fear. Not mine. Hers. Raphael’s child. The girl sat in the corner of the small back room, drawing circles on the dusty floorboards with her finger. Her shoes had been scuffed from running out of the schoolyard, her ribbons coming loose in her hair. She hadn’t cried once. That bothered me more than if she had. Children were supposed to cry. They weren’t supposed to adapt to the situation and just be fine with it.

Seraphina nodded at her and opened her arms out, the girl threw her self forward, wrapping her small arms around Seraphina’s neck as her body shook with sobs. Taking the girl into her arms, she carried her over to where to others sat cowering against the tree. “Hey there sweeties, we’re gonna get you home to your mama’s and papa’s okay? Oh, come here sweet babies, its okay,” Seraphina opened her free arm out as the two sniffling toddlers flung themselves into her, shortly followed by the babies crawling onto the limited free space on her lap. The first of the older girls still sat knelt in the dirt cuddling her doll into her chest, tears streaming freely down her muddied, chubby cheeks.