Forced Into Diapers Novels & Stories

I supposed that was what happened when they shared a mind since Dante was thirteen years old. There were twenty-six babes. Some had minor health problems that I healed for them. They had obviously not been given adequate nutrition. They were also in soiled diapers. My mates came back over after they took care of those fuckheads. My incredible boys asked me what they could do to help, so I mentioned that we needed to get them changed. I reached out to some of my family so that they could also help us. Otherwise, twenty-six diaper changes would take a little while. It broke my heart that women were not only being raped with the intention of impregnating them. Then they had to carry them to ter

Kelly spoiled Noah, pouring him a glass of juice. "But he is right!” Kelly butted in while pouring Noah a glass of juice. “Noah is weak. How can he stay in such a place. It is dark and damp, with so many sewage pipes and loud noises. Ava is healthy. It doesn't matter where she sleeps!" "Auntie, I want more," Noah’s sweet voice brought laughter and joy to everyone except me. Jason, noticing my sour face, came beside me and wrapped his arm around me. "Alright, I know it’s unfair to Ava, but we have no other choice. Okay, look. Remember, that barbie doll Ava wanted? I’ll buy it for her. I promise."

He followed right after, flooding me with thick ropes while holding me down on his cock. Every day he trained me more. He made me wear a plug to keep his loads inside while I did chores. “Walk around the house with Daddy’s cum plugged in you,” he ordered Tuesday morning. I did, feeling it shift with every step. “Daddy please. It makes me so horny. Can I have more?”

Stephanie yelled towards Addie's bedroom. Mandy quickly put on a fresh diaper, trying to calm the child down. She didn't necessarily like diapers any longer, and she could sense that something wasn't right. It was causing her to squirm, and she began to whine, very close to pitching a fit. "We'll be out in just a second." She thought fast. "I had to change her clothes too."

In the end, I was discharged from the hospital, but I didn’t return home with Ethan. I threatened a hunger strike, and he finally agreed to let me move back into my own place. The price? I had to finish a bottle of milk every day under his watch. At this point, even Ethan probably didn’t believe there was nothing wrong with that milk anymore. But I didn’t care anymore. If he told me to drink, I drank. I stared him down, drank the bottle in one go, and then slammed the door shut in his face, keeping him outside.

I object, that got her to loose her smile and look at me with a glare. "Now listen up little girl, I'm your dom, and I demand to be respected. You'll call me mommy, I'm not going to push you too far yet, but I need to dress you and take care of your pain, then we'll get to the academy," Emiliyah says in a firm voice, I just nod my head yes, she kind of scared me. She went back to taking my clothes off, she managed to undress me, I looked down to my waist, expecting to see my panties, instead there was a diaper, a thick diaper with animal drawings on it, but it wasn't the only thing down there, there was also a big white fluffy tail.

Forced Marriage: Mommy Needs To Work Hard Chapter 65 [Beast] Daniel turned on the room lights and looked at Anh's body, on which he had left scratch marks in many places. Anh was feeling even more scared after seeing Daniel's face in the light "Anh, now go do the work for which I brought you to this house, anyway I am not sleeping today", saying this Daniel signaled Anh to get up from the bed. But Anh's body was trembling badly due to which she could not even get up from her place.

Though the girl on the video was crying and screaming, her screams were muffled due to the cloth. There stood more than four boys surrounding her. One kneading and sucking her breasts painfully, whereas another made sure to keep her in position by holding the nape of her neck down. The other two guys completely restrained her movement below the hip. One held her arse cheeks wide open and was continuously slapping on both the arse cheeks whereas the other drove his manhood in her tight hole relentlessly. With each thrust the muffled screams of the girl increased and the blood flowed from her vagina more and more.

I had things to say and I was going to say them with tears and spit and a dramatic arm wave. “You don’t even understand what it’s like!” I cried, clutching a throw pillow to my chest like it could absorb my trauma. “You’re not the one who has to waddle around with heavy boobs and aching hips and a full bladder every thirty seconds! You’re not the one who has to cry at diaper commercials or get aroused by the smell of waffles or scream into a pillow because you don’t even understand what’s going on with you” He tried to speak. I cut him off immediately with another burst of tears and a very dramatic flop backward onto the bed.

Tugging him forward, Dior resisted. “Dior, you smell. Stinky.” She pointed her nose and creased her forehead, sniffing then shaking her head to make Dior understand her point. Dior sniffered and growled, “...Grrr?” “Bath. Listen to me okay? You can't be so filthy even though you had became a zombie. There's no way I'll allowed you to do that. Come on, listen to me.” “Grrr!” Dior stood up, followed her like a puppy with bewildered look, and entered the bathroom. Farrah took his hood and tattered clothes, before making him enter the tub.