Forced Diaper Humiliation Novels & Stories

My stomach curled violently. My hand lifted slowly toward my head. My fingers brushed against the bandage wrapped around my scalp. The rough fabric scratched softly beneath my fingertips. My chest tightened. Embarrassment flooded through my veins so suddenly that it made my face burn. Did I really do that? I hurt myself? My fingers lingered against the bandage as my thoughts spiraled. What is wrong with me? A wave of self-disgust crashed over me. My stomach twisted painfully. My fingers curled tightly into the bedsheets beneath me.

It had been spontaneous and exciting, but certainly not painful as his fingers rolled her clit, making her cum while his dick shot yet another load of cum into her ass. In the afternoon they did go down into the basement, but the activity down there consisted of him filling her bowels with warm water. He gave her three enemas, making her hold them for a long while as she cramped and pleaded to be allowed to void herself. After each one he had her release over the drain and then poured water down from the shower head to clean her and the floor. During the last one he had her stand facing the wall, hands up against it with her legs spread while he spanked her, and she whimpered and pleaded as

I hope to God he can't hear the desperation in my voice. He spins me around and shoves me back toward the bathroom. I waste no time pulling down my jeans and squatting on the toilet. As bad as I need to go, the stream takes a minute to start with him watching. This is so damn humiliating. Made worse by the lift of Dagger's brow when I don't pee right away. The relief is so great when my body finally cooperates that it's hard not to groan. I'm sure he'd like that. I look around for toilet paper and find none. "Seriously, there's no paper?"

My pussy juice had spilled down my leg when I came, so I awkwardly cleaned myself up with toilet paper. Once I was recovered more or less, I also wrung out my panties while they were wrapped in toilet paper to try and make them less damp, but after putting them on, I could still feel their humiliating wetness. Usually I loved sex. I loved coming; but the constant reminder by these wet panties that my son's cock had gotten me horny was too much to bear, so I took them back off. Instead, I hid the sexy wet thong in my purse and went to the sink to wash my hands and legs. Unfortunately, a mother with her child came in, so all I could do was wash my hands thoroughly, hoping that would be enough

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

It moved me so much, I even moved back into my chambers that night! I cautiously and nervously gave Bahari a bath that night with Kris and Jo Jo while Hunnie fed Hubi. When it came time to dress him, I had to bathe the poor kid again, because he pissed all over his self and me. Why is it when I lift his legs to put on the cloth diaper, he shit's out of his tiny bum like a fire hose! Never have I ever had to clean ANYONE'S feces off of me!

Trent didn't even need to lock me in, the weakness that has taken hold over my body assured me that I never leave or move, even when I want to, today I decided to bathe, I smell, and I have a rash. Trent found out that I'm diaper dependent and made fun of me, of my need to be taken care of, he threw a closed pack of adult diapers on me, they didn't have any teddies or animals over them they were ugly and didn't go up and down like my old ones, I hated them so much, I had to teach myself how to use the bathroom again, I don't always make it, but I did most tomes.

He had seen everything—there was nothing left to hide. But her bladder screamed for relief. “Close the door, you shameless man!” she hurled a bar of soap at him. He dodged, laughing as he pulled the door shut. From inside, she could hear him chuckling uncontrollably while she struggled to remove the diaper. When she came out at last after relieving herself, she was ready to give Dixal a punch. 'That shameless man! Taking advantage of me!' “O, anak, you’re awake already,” her mother’s voice cut through her rage.

“I saw you fiddling with the shoes yesterday.” Yvonne was stunned for a moment before she laughed wryly. “You saw that, huh?” “What’s that for?” “OCD,” she replied readily. “I need everything arranged neatly before I can fall asleep, especially shoes.” She then showed me a medical report from her handbag. “I’ve had OCD caused by anxiety for years now. The psychologist said that it’s due to stress.” I read the medical report. It did indeed mention the disorder and treatment suggestions. “I’m sorry. I thought—”

I screamed really loud Its so painful I have never felt this kind of pain in my life I noticed he just placed one of his fingers into it OMG! What if its really his d**k? I thought I was really scared He removed the finger and tried fixing it again but I stopped him No please, stop; I said crying in pain I then remembered what my parents told me I must not spoil their name Gosh!! Baby; he said sweetly Please lets stop; I cried out in pain Fine; he said and stopped He stood up and walked to the toilet OMG! I feel so shy I quickly dress up before he came out