Forced Diaper Humiliation Novels & Stories

Especially with my children, because I hid the essential from them. I close my eyes, and the images rise. That night, six years ago. The private club, the alcohol too strong, the anger too sharp after yet another public humiliation. The Hammonds had once again managed to make me feel like a nobody, and I had drunk, drunk to drown the shame, drunk to forget that my belly was empty and my heart as well. And then him.

Her abandonment had been one of the final blows that destroyed me. I took a deep breath and answered, but didn't speak first. Two seconds of silence passed before Andrea's voice came through, trembling and cautious. "Murphy, are you okay? I saw the news. The truth came out. I'm sorry. I…" Her apology sounded genuine, laced with fear and regret. In my past life, I might have bought it. I might have believed she'd just been misled. But now, I felt nothing but cold. I said nothing, just listened.

I frown. "I know you are inlo-" I cut him off. "Actually I'm happy for you Angelo at least you will stop being a male little whore sticking that dick anyone that fits and get settled down." I gush out before hanging up. I quickly receive a text. you forget you used to accommodate this dick. - Angelo what an Asshole. I think to myself before closing my eyes. Hopefully my babies don't get introduced to a strumpet (prostitute). Yaya is a stupid name.

He kept falling back and ended up crawling to the door and pulled himself up. Pushing the door open, he walked in as he switched on the light and stepped on the first cup. He fell face down on the other cups completely confused. He quickly got up only to trip again and ended up soiling his pants. Cyro who witnessed this shook his head amused and said, >Our son got you again.< Corbin jumped up from the floor cold, hurt and wet and made it safely to the toilet and let his insides rip. Kaeden came over and slipped on the oil landing on his butt, “What the fuck! CAIDEN!” He yelled.

he soothed while stroking my sore ass. I was numb, I can't believe he'd hurt me like that. I only loosened the tape so I could sleep better. I felt like I was back to square one, the first few days he kidnapped me. I could not stop the tears from escaping from my eyes, this was so humiliating. His hands stroked my back and over my ass, I have to admit, it calmed me down a little bit. But it also gave me a new problem. "I-I need to use the bathroom..."

Just my boxers between me and the rest of it. I had never been this exposed in my life. Not just the physical part…but all of it. Every wall I had built carefully over years of being the kid who could not afford to let things show, stripped back completely in a dim corridor while a livestream ran and comments rolled in from strangers who did not know my name and did not care. The laughter around me did not stop for a single second. It just kept going, easy and consistent, like my humiliation was a playlist they had set on repeat. I tried one more time. One last real attempt before I kicked out hard at whoever was closest without looking at who it was, putting everything I had left in my body

Emily was in class, everything was normal until she felt the urge to pee, she didn't want to go, she isn't allowed to use the bathroom anymore, she has to use her diaper or call for her mama. She didn't want to feel little in that particular moment, she decided to hold it in, but holding it in turned out to be really hard, her stomach started to hurt, she ignored the pain, but the pain only got worse.

She was humiliated, and that was overtaking any other emotion at the moment. She stripped out of her bar clothes, just leaving her little thong on, and crawled under the covers in her bed, tears streaming down her face. She rolled onto her side, her back away from the door as she slid her panties out of the way, not wanting to take them off. she plunged a finger into her pussy, rocking against her hand as she furiously worked her wet hole, sobbing the entire time as she tried to comfort herself by bringing on an orgasm. she could almost feel Mr. Harrison's strong fingers still inside her. "Oh Daddy..." she murmured, thinking of him and how much it had turned her on to call him Daddy earlier,

So this, what she could remember, had always felt wrong. “He saw I wasn’t wearing, you know, my undies. I was wearing a dress, like, for the fifth time that week because nothing was clean and we didn’t have the powder soap for clothes or even the squirty blue one for dishes. So Icouldn’t even do the laundry if I wanted to. And I wanted to because I had no clean undies.” She felt her cheeks grow red. “I kept my knees together. I did, but I think I forgot for a quick moment and Dad saw my, um, you know, my um . . . ” She cupped her hand around her mouth as she whispered. “My private place.” A quick glance at the door. “I mean, I don’t know, I think he saw and, anyway, he made fun of me being s

“I got peed on, imagine that! Haha!” “This is why they shouldn’t put urinals in the lady's room! Hahahaha…” I had to practice my laughing and smile, so they wouldn’t know how utterly humiliated and absolutely worthless I felt. When I was finally clean, I sighed in relief. But it came out as a hard sob. What---?! I felt my cheeks. I hadn’t even realized I was crying. I’d just been ignoring the pain, the humiliation, and the anger, I didn’t even notice I was crying. I tried to push them back, but they didn’t want to. They kept pressing, stronger and harder. And the more I kept pressing, the worse the pain got. In my throat, my gut, my heart… everything ached! I felt so low and miserable…