Embarrassing Diaper Quiz の小説・ストーリー

"Annie, I've seen you throw up from a hangover, cry during a margarine commercial, and get diarrhea after eating sketchy sushi. I think peeing on a stick won't be the most awkward thing I've ever witnessed." I laughed nervously. "Fair point." I opened the package, my hands slightly shaky. The instructions were simple: pee on the stick, wait three minutes. "Ready?" Zoey asked. "As ready as anyone can be for this." I followed the instructions and placed the tests on the sink. "Three minutes," I announced, checking my watch. "Like making instant noodles." We stood there staring at the test like it was a bomb about to go off. The seconds crawled by, each tick of the clock echoing in the bathroom

She simply stood where she was, at a complete loss. Suddenly, a loud shriek sounded. That was when Diana snapped back to reality, her face pale. She took a few steps back, and stumbled out of the gents. She couldn’t even register the pressure on her bladder anymore. All she felt was red-hot embarrassment. Betty saw Diana covering her face with her hands as she leaned against the wall. She asked thoughtfully, “Mommy, what’s the matter? Are you done using the toilet?” Using the toilet… She didn’t have the cheek to use the toilet again.

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

he asks me, I wanted, but I didn't want to pee myself, I just shrugged. "Hey, I know you're embarrassed, and feeling small but you can use words, tell me what's going on in your pretty mind?" he says caressing my face. "I'm not that small, I shouldn't have accidents," I explain to him, still sniffling. "You are my small baby, being a big girl of three years old, that's not enough for you to walk around in big girl panties, you could use some protection," he suggests but I shook my head no, I'm not gonna wear diapers.

The crowd recoiled as one. “Oh, thank God!” I cried out, my voice dripping with saccharine relief. “You wore the diapers today! You actually wore the adult diapers! Oh, George, you’re so prepared. Everyone, please, don’t mind the smell or the... bulk. He’s doing his best!” The hall erupted. Not in cheers, but in the kind of cruel, snickering laughter that kills reputations faster than a stock market crash. “A diaper?” a contestant from No. 12 whispered, loud enough for us to hear. “The Kendrick heir is wearing a Pampers?”

Just looking at what he held reminded me of the foreign sensation between my legs from the previous night. I touched my collarbone without thinking and was about to move down when he sent another message. "Don't touch yourself." I grew even more restless, but reminding myself that this was part of the treatment, I forced myself to endure it. Even though the fabric was chiffon, I couldn't stop feeling self-conscious about my breasts. Whenever I bent over slightly or sat down in public, I felt as if everyone was staring at me. At noon, Vincent sent a message. "Take off your underwear and send me a photo."

Aunt Paige said, and Al nodded while Aunt Paige handed Dad another dummy. Aunt Paige pulled out two changing stations and said, "This is a race against the clock and each other." Mom announced, and then she gave the signal. As soon as Al opened the diaper, the dummies were wearing, and he gagged. "What is that?" he said, and when I looked at it, my stomach churned and looked around, and I managed to find a trash can where I could vomit. Al scrambled around with the wipes, trying to hold his disgust and trying to beat my father.

She opens her legs a bit more and just lets it all out, feeling the poop making its way out anyways. She shutters as a large and mostly liquid mess fills the back of her diaper, darkening the appearance and making it sag significantly. She knows there's still more but she can already feel that she's filled the diaper to at least half capacity. She whines again and pushes once more, this time with a bit of difficulty. Both of her arms are putting pressure on her belly as she pushes out the rest of it into her diaper, more solid than the previous one. Samantha ends up having to adjust her stance, opening her legs so the mess doesn't stick to her skin more than it already has. She feels that it

Before I knew it, the timer had gone off, and Aunt Carla was demanding that everyone put their pens down. My dad and Uncle Avan were tied with twenty-three items. How they even thought of so many to begin with was beyond me. Aunt Carla made them read them aloud to make sure that each item was indeed for babies. My dad went first, and then Uncle Avan. When he got to the suppository, Dad told him that they weren’t used for just babies. Therefore, he’d lost. Uncle Avan argued that if that was the case, then diapers weren’t used for just babies either. I think he realized too late that he’d stuck his foot in his mouth because he ended up losing anyway. Aunt Carla made them both take diapers off

“I’ve seen it all!” My hand rested on my belly as the babies started kicking. Slowly, rubbing up and down, it felt so natural, so peaceful. “Okay. The next game will take a little bit so its is the last game.” Jo walked over to the corner and came out with a large tray. Six diapers were opened with what looked like different colored poop on them. “On these diapers is traditional baby food. The object is simple. Guess the food.” Setting it down on the counter, she picked up notepads. “Here is some paper. Write 1-8 down and start guessing!”