Forced Into Diapers Novels & Stories

She said, "But I don't want it." Her mother shouted at her, "Are you an idiot, girl? Do you know what you're saying? In the end we can't refuse after he helps us and this is a debt and we have to pay it back to him, this is an irreplaceable opportunity, you will live on money!" She stood angry, letting her spoon make an annoying sound on her plate, and ran to her room, muttering: "That bastard wanted to force me and my dad, so he told us later, and I thought he was cute."

She prayed for Ace to be wrong. She didn't properly know how to change a diaper without creating a mess. Without turning into a poop magnet. Zaphrina or Nathalie usually did that when Gianna was a diaper girl. Bethany was now crying at the top of her tiny lungs when Louisa gave the milk a try. When the little girl whipped her head away from the bottle, Louisa, at that moment, knew she had to embrace her fate. Service will soon be over after all, in case she rubbed shit on her no one will notice. What a pathetic consolation.

"Four kids in two tries, well played, Dad, well played. As long as I don't have to change diapers or feed them at night, I have no objections." “I promise we won’t force you,” Willa says, sounding relieved.

I say. “But that’s the point. None of us have to be the same. Some little girls like to wear diapers. Sometimes I do when I’m really scared or really stressed. But I never use the diaper. I take it off when I have to go. Some people use the diaper and get changed. That makes me feel sick, I mean for me. If my Daddy demanded I do that, it would be wrong.” “So, there’s no answer,” I say. “Great. Just great.”

"What is it? Hungry? Wet? Existential dread?" I checked the diaper. Blue line. Wet. "Diaper it is." I carried her to the changing table. I laid her down. I unbuttoned the Daddy's Girl onesie. "Sorry about the draft," I apologized as I removed the diaper. She kicked. She screamed. She flailed her limbs like a tiny, angry starfish. "Hold still," I pleaded, trying to wipe her while holding her ankles with one hand. It was like wrestling an octopus. "How are you this strong? You eat milk."

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I filled the tub with lukewarm water and put some essentials in it. I made her stand on my feet and took off her dress. She stood there in the black tank top and her jeans. "Baby, I'll be just outside. Take off your clothes and be inside the bathtub for 30 minutes. It will help you. Can you do it for me?"

Still he managed to get it on me, calling me fussy girl, he carried me downstairs and turned the TV on, something I turn out to enjoy in my staying here. I watched the TV quietly while he was sitting next to me. He was taken by his small device while I watched TV, it wasn't very hard to get the stupid thing off, I didn't have any bottoms on, just the snap between my legs. I tried to pull, I pulled hard enough until it gave, I kicked the diaper off me finally and sat down to watch the TV bare bottom.

My shower was timed at three minutes, which was just enough time to brush my teeth. "Come here, sit on my lap!" he said, looking towards the stairs, this was a large house, apparently abandoned, everything here was old. "No..." Today it was just me and number 2 in the house. Annoyed that I didn't obey him, he walked over to me and threw me against the sofa, grabbing me violently. I had no panties on, the only one I had needed to be washed, I couldn't stand the stench I was exuding from myself.

She immersed her feet in a platter filled with red coloured liquid and then she walked into our home leaving red foot marks behind. After a few more rituals, bhabhi asked her to follow her. She got up and followed her. I was really tired and was fed up of all the people who were teasing me. Are they crazy?? What is so funny or romantic about our situation. I just wanted to go and sleep but didn't want to go to my room. I can't share a room with her. But what about dad? He would make me do what I don't want to. Am I seriously, his own son ?