Fanfiction Diapers Novels & Stories

I could still feel the heat of his thigh pressed to mine, the low rumble of his voice in my ear calling me good girl while our parents sat oblivious ten feet away. My cunt wouldn’t stop fluttering—empty, greedy, aching for something thicker than my own fingers. I didn’t touch myself. I wanted to so bad my whole body shook, but the rules were clear: no cumming without permission. So I suffered. All night. Tossing, thighs rubbing together, sheets sticking to damp skin, until the sky started turning gray and I finally passed out from sheer exhaustion. Day two started innocent enough. Mom was in the kitchen making pancakes, Dad already at the table with his coffee and phone.

Behind us, Mel moans, “Ugh, now I’m crying from both my eyes and my boobs. Dammit.” “Welcome to womanhood,” the assistant says kindly, handing her a tissue and a pad in one smooth motion. Mel snatches it. “No one warned me I’d need boob diapers.” “Wait until the baby’s born,” Trixy offers helpfully. “They become weapons.” “Perfect,” Mel sighs. “I’ve always wanted milk-shooting cannons attached to my chest. Really seals the bridal fantasy.” We all burst out laughing. Even Trixy. And honestly? For the first time in a long while, the laughter feels easy. Like hope. Like healing.

I didn't respond. Later, I picked up my phone and tapped on Instagram, only to see that Adrian had posted again. The photo showed Rowena's profile as she held the baby, gently soothing him. The caption read, "Can anyone relate to how exhausting taking care of a baby is? It's a good thing his mom is here to help out. She's seriously amazing at calming him down!"

Still he managed to get it on me, calling me fussy girl, he carried me downstairs and turned the TV on, something I turn out to enjoy in my staying here. I watched the TV quietly while he was sitting next to me. He was taken by his small device while I watched TV, it wasn't very hard to get the stupid thing off, I didn't have any bottoms on, just the snap between my legs. I tried to pull, I pulled hard enough until it gave, I kicked the diaper off me finally and sat down to watch the TV bare bottom.

"Well, while you were musing on muffins, I was completing the quilt. Gender-neutral, naturally. But full of cuteness." Eliana gasped. "That's so cute." "And machine washable," Teresa said, condescending as always. "Let's have a snack before Saben opens up his Etsy store," Sabrina grumbled. The feast began with gusto. Between bites of waffles and toast, the ribbing increased. Saben paraded around the living room wearing baby caps. Benedict delivered a faux TED Talk on the evils of third cups of coffee for pregnant women. Damian slipped half of Eliana's bacon when she wasn't paying attention, then told her he was saving it for the baby.

{About who and what I am, or was if I am dead, oh baby girl. "Mom? Who are you?" {About his world and my world. Oh, baby girl, I wanted you to experience as much of an everyday life as I could have given you. I know it was not much. Please forgive me. There is a diary with all the details of your Father's and my relationship, a picture of your Father, and behind it is his name and contact info should you decide you would like to meet him.

Not tight jeans because Noriko's mother would never let her dress sluttily. Kristen smiled. This was the perfect chance for her to write that next story in her diary. A naughty tingle rippled through her. She had this kinky idea that Noriko liked her daddy. She knew it wasn't true, but the fantasy was what made Kristen's pussy so hot. If my family only knew what dirty, dirty pervert I was, thought Kirsten as she rose and headed for the stairs, they would all lose their minds. She reached her bedroom and slipped inside. She closed the door and headed toward us. She unlocked the drawer and took out the diary. Bound in leather. She couldn't believe she found it at the Dollar Tree. It was a stea

"Get on your knees and suck my cock." When the page is done, Rhys looks up from the diary, his smile unreadable. "I suppose I’m the boss here. The hot jerk with a big dick, and a stick up his ass, was it?" Oh God. I know this is what I wanted, but can we please rewind time to seconds before I gave Rhys the diary? Actually, can we erase today from history? Thank you. My little prayer doesn’t work. When I open my eyes, Rhys is grinning at me.

The morning light filtered through the basement windows as Sophia and I lay sprawled on the cum-stained mattress, our bodies a testament to the weekend’s relentless corruption. Both of us were massively plugged, fist-sized inflatable toys locked deep in our pussies and asses, keeping the gallons of family seed from the forest gangbang trapped inside our fertile wombs. Our bellies bulged noticeably, sloshing with every tiny movement. Milk leaked steadily from our heavy, bruised breasts, pooling on the plastic sheeting beneath us.

It looked ridiculous against his large hand. "Her foot fits in this?" he asked, staring at it with genuine bewilderment. "Apparently," I said, folding a sleeper. "It's the size of a thimble," he murmured. "She's going to be so small, Ari." The reality of it hit me then. The fragility. "Too small," I whispered, tears springing to my eyes instantly. "What if we break her? What if I put the diaper on too tight? What if I drop her?"