Forced Into Diapers Novels & Stories

Instead, she turned and looked at me, an excited smile on her face, as she looked me up and down. The girls nodded and quickly grabbed me, pulling me into the bathroom. I didn't have time to protest as they stripped me of the clothes and started a bath. As they guided me to the tub, they placed face masks, wax, nail polish, and lotions on a trolley. Once the tub was completely full, the girl pointed to the tub, a way of telling me to get in. They never spoke or looked at me directly, but I knew if I caused trouble or tried to fight them, it would be them who was punished. Even as horrible as I felt for what I had done, I didn't have time to feel remorse.

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.

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.

Glancing in the mirror, I saw Justin adjusting a towel around his torso and I found myself smiling when our eyes met. Focusing on Crystal as she sucked her pacifier, I carefully removed her diaper. Groaning slightly, I held up the diaper and Justin, standing beside me at the sink, recoiled. "You knew I was using the bath...What the fuck?! Get that thing out of my bathroom! Goddammit!" Justin groaned, covering his nose. I laughed. "Are you afraid of diapers?" I teased, waving it in front of him. He glared at me, stepping backward. "Yeah, the ones that have baby shit...and how can you even breathe while holding that goddamn thing?"

She moved to the bed to see what I had for her, she frowned when she saw the pull ups. "Mama I don't need a diaper" she says in a bratty voice. "It's a pull up and you definitely need it" I say back making her frown and pout. "Nuuu" was her reply stomping her leg on the floor. "Louis" I say in a firm voice, I wasn't above punishing her first thing in the morning. "Nu wannnnnttttt itttt" she says again al braty. If this relation is going to work, Louis would be needing a lot of a firmer hand. The sweet approach isn't working with my bratty little, I forced the pull up on the whinny little then dressed her in her outfit.

I replied smiling. "If wearing a diaper would make you call me your baby again, then I am in," he said chuckling. I rolled my eyes at his effort in making me laugh. "Did you tell the kids I used to wipe your butt whenever you need a diaper change?" I asked, smirking triumphantly. "Daddy! A lady wiped your butt?" The dark one shouted. "Eeew! That is gross dad, you pooed in your diaper." The fair one added. "Gosh! Guys, we also used to poo in our diapers and mum wiped our butt. And of course mum is a lady too." the third one clarified

A tear escape from my eye " I said No! I don't want this. You do not love me and we are married that doesn't change anything. You can not force me!" "who said that. I will force you. If you don't give me consent to fuck you, I will do as I please. After your father sell you to me, to satisfy you. I doing my job, so stay quiet, don't move. I will suggest you to play along." He start to take off my clothes I try to push his hand" John, do not touch me. Leave my clothes. I am not an object that you will play as you please. I am not a toy, to sell and buy. Ahh, John leave me. "

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.

“family toilet.” I came twice just from the fingering and humiliation, squirting messily onto the floor while Daddy praised me. “That’s it, princess. Squirt for your brothers. Show them how much your pussy loves family cock. Now, everyone—positions. It’s time to really break her.” They lifted me like a ragdoll onto a padded bench. My legs were forced wide apart, ankles locked into stirrups that spread me obscenely. My arms were cuffed above my head. I was completely exposed—pussy gaping slightly from the fingering, asshole winking, tits red from abuse, face covered in drool and precum.