Forced Diaper Stories Novels & Stories

In fact, they were both lost in their own world, rubbing their noses against each other and giggling to themselves. Coming back to his thoughts, Anderson smiled slightly to himself. Regardless of how Carson put it, he knew the love-struck fool was right. No matter what, taking his depression out on everyone present seemed a little childish, to which he happily attributed to mid stage puberty. Looking out the window outside, lost in his thoughts Anderson finally came to terms with things. Who said he couldn’t finish the story and enjoy his family at the same time?

I woke up still in their arms, I loved that daddy read me to sleep, I love stories, books, and he's the best story reader ever, he did the voices and everything. I needed to pee badly this morning, but I wasn't allowed to take the diaper off me, I thought maybe I can skip to the bathroom, pee quickly, and pull the diaper back on. But sadly that wasn't a good plan, mommy and daddy both had their hands around me, I was trapped between them, when I tried to squirm out of their hold they both woke up.

She felt a pang of worry in heart, married for two years without a child has been her problem, She loves babies but they couldn't make them, she only thought the problem was from her. And because of that, they visited many hospital in state but they kept hearing the same result and story. The problem is not from any of them, they just need to wait for the time. The right time is what they are waiting for. She pulled fawaz into a hug forgetting about his mother standing behind them . "Erm. I am standing here"Khadija reminded . "Sorry, come in". They went straight to the kitchen where she placed fawaz on top and passed him a plate of cake. "You are actually spoiling this boy "Khadija accused.

He had never known children's books before. Damian stroked her stomach gently, then tapped along the baby's kicks with his fingers. The soon-to-be father chuckled. "You're lucky to have such an amazing mom." Another little kick tapped against his fingertip. "What's this story about?" he interrupted again, not letting her get too far. 'You've spent all day with him. Pay attention to me too,' he sulked inwardly. "The Tortoise and the Hare." She patted his head like he was her oversized baby, repeating herself when Damian shook his head happily.

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.

like he was tasting the name between his tongue. Despite being a newborn, his voice washed over me. It was smooth like silk. “Yayy.” I clapped as I smiled at him. He clapped too, mirroring my movements, he was really such a cutie pie. “Let's go home,” I said, taking his hand between mine. I forgot to add the fact that he was completely naked and bare, except for the improvised diaper I had made for him. He nodded, taking his hand between mine as he squeezed. He reminded me so much of a child. We left the lab together as I locked it with my key card.

Chapter 4: LORA'S POV. Mom always used to tell me before her death, “no good comes from men.” She was so wrong, because having Roderick between my thighs, with his lips firm around my clit, was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He had thrown me on his bed earlier, still naked and wet. He didn't mind that his bed was about to be soaked, and he definitely couldn't wait a few seconds before tearing my clothes off my body and pushing his face in-between my thighs.

I asked, trying my possible best to not sound rude or like a little spoilt brat. “I am really sorry ma’am. My pregnant wife called me to massage her feet. It won’t happen again. How were you able to get home?” “It is fine. I’m sorry if I was rude. You should take a break till your baby arrives.” “You know that is quite impossible. I wouldn’t be able to feed a pregnant woman without money.” He said looking quite embarrassed. “I talk to my dad. Please could you take me to Michelle’s house?” “Yes of course ma’am.”

“Lower yourself slowly, baby. Let me watch that tight pussy stretch around your stepbrother’s big dick.” I gripped the base of his cock with one hand—it was so thick my fingers barely met—and lined him up with my soaked entrance. The head nudged my puffy lips open. I sank down inch by inch, gasping loudly as he stretched me open. “Oh my god… he’s so fucking big,” I moaned. The burn was intense and perfect, my walls fluttering and gripping every ridge and vein as I took him deeper than I thought possible. When my ass finally rested against his hips, I felt impossibly full, his cock buried to the hilt inside me.

Harriet was still sleeping peacefully with the front sling strap, while on each side of my hand was Harriet's bag and mine. I reduced my steps before stopping as the pain in my leg became more and more bothersome. Oh no, it turns out my scuffed bone (again). My consideration to buy new heels is always defeated by my mind who prefers 3 packs of Harriet diapers to get free 1. That's a crucial thing that you can only understand if you already have a child and (of course) limited money.