Forced Into Diapers の小説・ストーリー

If I did, he would make me withhold my pee for two days, while drinking water like a fish. Now sprawled on the floor with my legs crisscrossed, and my thighs locked together, I cried out in pain. “Daddy, please. I wanna pee.” I started begging as frustration set in. “Daddy will let you pee if you make Daddy cum hard.” Huracio's diabolically husky voice floated into my head. “Yes, yes, Daddy. I will make Daddy cum. I am willing to make Daddy cum.” I started crying. It was just too painful.

Then, in the split second before I hit the ground, I angled my left forearm—ulnar side first—directly at the pipe's metal joint and slammed into it with my full body weight. Mr. Lockwood froze. "Dr. Kirk! What happened?" Cold sweat instantly beaded on my forehead, my face draining of color. "My arm's broken! I can't even hold gauze steady now. How am I supposed to deliver a baby? You want me to use this useless arm and kill them both?" I forced the words through gritted teeth, pain shooting up my arm. My gaze swept sharply across everyone present. "Mr. Lockwood, and you, Lynn! You're the ones so desperate to save her, right? Then you'll do it. Follow my instructions exactly!"

Impatience dripped from her words. Her mother glanced down at her own clenched fists, then back up at Amelia. Tears glistened in her eyes as she spoke the truth. "Three months ago, your father went on a business trip. And on that trip, he made a terrible mistake. His company was in deep trouble, losing money left and right. The only way to save their company was to sign an agreement with another firm. The chairman of that firm suggested their children marry, as a guarantee of loyalty. Your father had no choice but to sign the godforsaken agreement."

He was going to claim his prize at all costs. After shredding my shirt, he gripped my bra and pulled it with brute force, breaking the clasps. When he did this, he hurt me. I whispered, "Dad, I will do whatever you want. Please, don't hurt me." My father ignored me as he undid my pants. He forcefully pulled them down to my ankles. Now, there was nothing in his way. He grabbed my wrists, holding them over my head as he forced his dick through my soaking wet slit. I was ready for him tonight.

Marco POV. Taking it another step with Talia, I've been dressing her up every morning once she came to work, we're still going with the step by step adaptation. Even littles who want to be babies, you can't just put them in diapers and tell them it's done, it's a process, the human mind is something fascinating but it'll need it's own time and process to adapt.

I almost wet myself with the pain, but I held it as I knew what I would have to do and there was no guarantee that my torture would end. What happened next was a total shock. He pulled down my still wet knickers to my knees and inserted a catheter into my urethra and then inflated it inside my bladder so it wouldn't fall out, then at the other end of the tube was a small ball and straps either side of it he pushed the ball into my mouth and fastened it tight around my head. "Recycling at its best." Then he pulled on the cord so that I was at the very highest I could be and all my weight was on my tip toes. "Let's see what happens in the next hour or so." Brian said, while pulling my wet knic

’ My voice raises as I tremble, shifting backwards on my bed. ‘Boss said we should come and dress you up.’ I blink, looking at each of them, confused. The one with the huge, black box step forward. ‘For what?’ ‘Your wedding.’ My eyes widen in realisation. I bite my lips and nod my head, slowly getting off the bed. The women come over, taking me to the bathroom without any word. I try to strike a conversation with them, but they only respond with hums or completely ignore me. I sigh as I go naked in front of them, not wanting to argue about going naked in front of literal strangers.

I didn’t know why he was so obsessed with tying me up, but it was getting really old, really fast. I struggled against the bindings but failed to free myself. Suffice is to say, I spent the entire day cursing Troy seven ways to Sunday and back. And I got pretty creative as well. Now I just needed him to get home and I would shower him with every insult that was on standby in my head.

He cleaned up the blood on the bed, and replaced it with fresh sheets. He put the underpad on and laid Xevia down again. "Didn't I tell you not to move much?!" he snapped. "I didn't make any moves, you tied me up!" "SHUT UP!" "And don't contradict me!" he screeched loudly, stripping the girl of her clothes and replacing her with new pajamas. "You won't have to walk to the toilet if you need to relieve yourself," she said as she put a diaper on Alice.

"If you guys are done washing, then there are a pair of poopy diapers looking for a change." Despite the crowded conditions, Chris, Gina, Naomi and Ethan squeezed and jostled to grab a dish to scrub or dry. Wrinkly fingers were a much better prospect than the smell that came out of his niece and nephews bottoms. "Someone has rotten breastmilk," Chris hissed, just to annoy his sister. "And someone might need to invest in lube," she replied. Yeah, his sphincter tightened in response. "Delicate freakn' flower my ass," he muttered darkly.