Forced Diaper Humiliation Novels & Stories

"Make him hump the floor. Tell Daddy you're a public cumdump." "Do it," Daddy commanded. I was a mess. A whimpering, sobbing, writhing mess. I started to hump the floor, my cock rubbing against the rough fabric of the rug, the plug in my ass vibrating mercilessly. It was humiliating. It was degrading. It was the hottest thing I had ever done. "I'm a public cumdump," I sobbed, my voice a broken chant. "I'm Daddy's public cumdump." The tips were pouring in, a massive, record-breaking storm. The chat room was a frenzy of activity, a celebration of my degradation.

A whole entire package of extreme inconvenience and unease. Since I could make locomotive movements, I had to wear diapers like a toddler so I could pee and poo in it whenever I felt the urge and then the diapers would get changed regularly. I had to wear diapers because the first time I had excreted after receiving intravenous injections, I was so uncomfortable, that I desperately wished I could tear all of those thick plaster towering over my legs and pull out of those metal rods over my body even if it requires a large pound of my flesh tearing apart.

Right then I became a real crying mess, never in my life, I had cried so much. I think I cried myself to sleep because I was startled awake by the sound of thunder. I was still laying down on my stomach and my muscles were too weak to turn my body. I was itchy and burning down there and I noticed I had used my diaper and I didn't only pee. It felt so humiliating laying down in a crib, not being able to move with a full diaper. The worst thing of it all was the gag, using my voice was the last bit of freedom I had here, until now. I laid there for a very long time, so long that I had used my diaper again. It really started to smell. I had cried multiple times now and both men haven't paid me

My hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I yanked my pants and underwear down around my ankles, the cool air hitting the sticky disaster between my legs and making me wince, Jovian had really left a lot behind and it was leaking everywhere no matter how much I’d tried to hold it in on that stupid walk back to the dorm. I grabbed fist fulls of toilet paper, wiping and scrubbing as best I could in the tight little space, feeling gross and embarrassed and weirdly turned on all at once which just made me madder at myself. The paper came away messy and I kept going, cleaning up my thighs and everything else. I can’t believe this, Jovian is such a sick jerk for making me do this, but at the same time pa

Never been fucked so completely in my life, not to mention by a man. ‎As I struggled with my pants, memories of Lila and Haru flashed through my mind. Walking in on my older brother fucking my fiancée in our own house. The way they barely stopped, looking annoyed more than guilty. My parents had told me it “wasn’t a big deal” and that I should just act like I didn’t know. They should have at least hidden it from me. The humiliation still burned. Lila had always compared me to Haru — his muscles, his height, his “manliness.” She constantly made fun of my chubbiness, my round hips, saying I was more feminine than her. Yet the stranger last night… he had complimented every part of me. He praise

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.

"If you guys are done washing, then there are a pair of poopy diapers looking for a change." Despite the crowded conditions, Chris, Gina, Naomi and Ethan squeezed and jostled to grab a dish to scrub or dry. Wrinkly fingers were a much better prospect than the smell that came out of his niece and nephews bottoms. "Someone has rotten breastmilk," Chris hissed, just to annoy his sister. "And someone might need to invest in lube," she replied. Yeah, his sphincter tightened in response. "Delicate freakn' flower my ass," he muttered darkly.

She looked down at the floor and I saw a tear roll from the end of her nose. "'Please, Luke' is not your safeword. Lift your leg onto the toilet seat or I'll use a different solution." She lifted her leg and I could see her knees trembling. I inserted the enema nozzle and she jerked as if the solution had hot pepper in it. Actually, I used a bit of peppermint along with a mild soap and warm water; it wouldn't hurt at all. I opened the valve. "Hold it in. I'll tell you when you can relieve yourself." Her tears turned to soft hiccups. I really thought she'd cave by now, but her stubborn brain was blocking her desire to end the humiliation. I moved her to the toilet and sat her down. Turning my

He laid him down and unwrapped the diaper, only to be greeted by a little surprise that left him momentarily frozen. “Whoa! Okay, that’s not what I expected,” he laughed nervously, quickly grabbing a fresh diaper. He had to remind himself to breathe as he navigated the process, trying to keep Gaudium entertained with silly faces and sounds. He giggled, and for a moment, Dario felt like a pro. But the moment was fleeting.

“I’m jealous of your dick. That would come in handy from time to time. You can just whip it out and pee anywhere for instance.” He chuckled, “It certainly does have its advantages. But you don’t have to worry about getting yourself stuck in a zipper. That was a trauma I’ve experienced more than once in my life.” He flushed the toilet with a grin before he washed his hands. She walked into the bathroom to sit down the toilet seat giving him a disapproving look. “On the contrary sir, you can still zip your pubes up with a vagina. And don’t get me started on waxing.”