Forced Diaper Humiliation Novels & Stories

His hands between his thighs were no comfort. Between Alex and John, Britney had switched her tongue back into Alex's sex as John came and went between her buttocks. The pain would fade away to give way to something else that was pleasant. Under the trees, Charlie felt a few drops, then it rained: his urine flowed into the diaper. He felt the hot and humiliating liquid around his crotch. This liberation was such a relief that it was as pleasant as humiliating. "Britney, I will let you come if you accept castration," says John.

But I am sure being the one to find me will enhance their shitty life. And lastly, when I start to realise that I might actually die, I cry for my mother as my bowels open involuntarily, noisily and malodorous. I guess it’s true that you shit yourself in fright. The thought of anyone seeing me with soiled trousers embarrasses me and makes me feel ashamed. I don’t want anyone thinking I always shit myself; this was an unusual occurrence. I am a man, not some waster who goes around crapping his pants! This is not going to be good for my image.

I hope it won't make him mad that I untied my legs. He seems distracted and doesn't notice my legs; he throws wipes at me, tells me to get cleaned up as thoroughly as I can, and then throws sweat pants, a shirt, and a hoody. I clean myself thoroughly, not caring if he is watching me. I am beyond humiliation and just want to get his stench off me. I dress quickly and wait for further instructions.

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."

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?”

"Where do you think you're going? You want money, don't you? I mean, you'd do anything for cash. Why are you acting like you're a saint now?" My cheeks were burning, and my blood was screaming. It did not want to suffer this humiliation. "Let me go! Why are you even bringing up the past? It's already bad enough you don't want to save your parents!" Every single word was a hiss. Every single word was filled with my fury and helplessness. "You're hopeless! How dare you curse my parents!" She drove her heel in harder, and it left a mark on my face. My face was getting crushed, and breathing itself took effort. Zack was excited, though. He swung a foot right into my belly. I gasped in pain and c

He guided me across the cell like I was a newborn learning legs, and unfortunately, I recognized the direction—if humiliation had an address, it was the corner toilet. “You’re kidding.” “Nope. Unless you’d prefer to piss on yourself. Which is fine. I’ll just step back and rate it from a distance.” I would’ve shoved him if I had the energy. Instead, I let him brace me while I handled the world’s most degrading morning routine—peeing with my half hard dick with the prime mover being my audience. It was oddly domestic, if domestic meant one man holding another up while he peed in a metal bowl bolted to the floor.

I couldn’t even to describe how I felt from watching the video. “I know might be uncomfortable for you since it’s your private affair but Abrille… she hit the other girl first” Val said, her voice soft like she knew how delicate the situation was for me. “That why she was being weird at Grandpa’s…” I mumbled softly as I replayed the video, seeing how helpless and frightened my little girl looked as the other kids laughed at her. How teary her big brown eyes became…watching more diapers been pulled out of her schoolbag. It broke my heart even to watch, how then did she feel experiencing it herself… I couldn’t believe Charlotte’s solution was getting her diapers! Diapers for a 5-year-old sensi

He lifts the straps up and puts them back on my shoulders, redressing me. But as I turn around and look in the mirror, there's a huge white stain on the leotard that continues to grow as my ass continues to push out more cum. “Daddy, you ruined my uniform!” “I told you: a guy that fucks you in the bathroom only wants to humiliate you. He wants the whole world to know you're a slut. Imagine if he did that to you in the middle of your shift. Are you going to walk around with cum all over your ass?”

"I'm so sorry, sir. It's my fault. Forgive me." "Hey. Don't apologize for pooping. It's normal. Everyone does that." Zoey's eyes widened when Dionysus really had to say it out loud. Everyone fell silent while looking at Zoey and Zoey wished for the ground to just devour her wholly. The embarrassment she got was really nerve-wracking to say the least. She also felt like smacking Dionysus' head and that's what she did. "Ouch! What the fuck! What was that for?"