Novel & Cerita Forced Into Diapers

These men were taking the ddlg lifestyle to a whole other level. "I-I don't need a diaper," I tried to say as stern as I could but the crying didn't really help. "Oh little flower, of course you need a diaper. Those muscles down there won't help you to hold it up to go potty." I didn't even think of that, that stupid syringe was now even worse then before. A couple of more tears were rolling down my face while David grabbed me some clothes, no not some clothes, but baby clothes. “Don’t worry sweetie, you can wear pull-ups if you are more settled in.” Davide said those world as they would comfort me, but they did not.

I tried to open my eyes but the light was too much to handle. I felt my body ache...My arms, my legs, not to mention my abdomen. It felt like a hundred needles were piercing my entire body. I tried harder and harder and I eventually managed to move my eyelids, the light was too bright but I opened them. I had to...

I order, I didn't create the AI to fill tubs for me, but I can use all the help I could have with Violet, I carried the naked sleeping baby to the warm bathroom, I tried to wake her up, not to startle her with the water. "Little girl, Violet, princess, it's bath time, can you wake up for me?" I say calmly into her ear, she mumbles a bit, opening her eyes slightly, she saw the bath being filled and her body being placed down. She whined at how evil I am for giving her a bath, but it was being done, she kept her hold on me, refusing to let go of my neck first, but I convinced her into holding to my arm only. The bath ended soon, I petted her dry, dressing her in another diaper, and a footie on

I was pouting, I was sad, I wasn't sleepy anymore, I don't want to be spooned, he can go sleep in the garage for all I cared now. But he knew he did something wrong, he tried to make it for me, Diamon placed me in the bed without a bottom, only the stupid pull-ups, it was bulky enough, I didn't want anything on top of it. "Come on little one, don't be like this" he says, my reply was a pout, crossing both hands over my chest and turning the other way.

“Fine. You wαnt to get pregnαnt? I’ll mαke you pregnαnt.” He turned αnd stormed out‚ his footsteps echoing down the hαllwαy while my body trembled in the silence of the room. I didn’t understαnd whαt he meαnt until the next dαy. They cαme for me αgαin‚ the medicαl teαm. I tried to resist‚ but there were too mαny of them. Dαrius wαs there too‚ stαnding αt the end of the bed‚ his expression unreαdαble. My heαrt wαs pounding so hαrd I could bαrely think αs they forced me down‚ restrαining my αrms. The hαrsh αir hit my legs when they removed my clothes‚ αnd pαnic clαwed αt my throαt. I shouted‚ begged them to stop‚ but they didn’t listen.

Diapers were on the list I gave Rack. I've never put a diaper on a newborn or realized how hard it is. Rack watches helplessly and I can see he's further out of his comfort zone than I am. I figure out which way the diaper goes and slide it beneath his tiny bottom. The last thing I expect is the stream of warm pee that sprays upward and soaks me. Rack hands me a towel from the stack on the edge of the bed. His lips curve up in a shameless smile. "It's never too early to teach shooting straight."

A man I had been forced to marry I wrapped my hands around myself. A part of my body wanted him badly when he touched me the first time but after everything I had heard from the other Mafia wives, I was terrified. I had never had sex with anyone before. Ethan had tried a few times. We had come close but somehow it had never happened. Something had always interrupted us or rather someone. My father always found a way to control every aspect of my life Soon, the bathroom door opened and I turned instinctively. Ryan stepped out with a towel hanging low on his hips,.His skin was still damp from the shower. My eyes followed the water droplets as they traced down the planes of his muscled chest be

"And some forget to wash your face too, okay?" I nodded abashedly and walked into the bathroom fully clothed. I was too embarrassed to strip in front of them. Back when I was Alpha Jordan's captive with the rest of the girls,we would be stripped and forced into a room where they would spray cold water from a hose on high pressure. They would aim it at us and do it continuously until we were shivering from the cold. And that would be our bath for the day. It was torture. So much that the mere memory of it sent a chill down my spine.

I sat on the bed thinking and the lock on the door turned, I crumpled the piece of paper and threw it under my bed. Mom came in with a glass of water, a pill in hand and two maids behind her. “Hold her down.” She commanded. “What're you trying to do?” I tried to fight as they held me down on the bed, she said nothing, dropped the glass on the bed and forced my mouth open then dropped the pill inside. “I’m trying to prevent unwanted ‘situations’.” She said cruelly, poured the water in my mouth and covered my mouth and nose with her palm forcing me to swallow as I wriggled on the bed like a worm and struggled to breath.

There are no toys at all, it's almost empty. Staying in the basement, they could only have a bath twice a month and use the toilet three times a day. Sometimes they would conceal their pee, especially when their mother was not home, and most of the time they just peed on their bedroom floor, which they had grown accustomed to. They were always given a time limit for anything they did, whether it was eating, bathing, changing clothing, or any other activity.