Forced Into Diapers Story Novels & Stories

Were these really the same parents who had constantly complained about poverty and demanded I send home most of my monthly salary? They told me to spend less, yet they lived the luxurious life I could only dream of, and it was all funded by my hard-earned wages. My heart sank, and I was completely speechless. Toby opened his mouth to accept the berry Mom fed him, then asked in mock concern, “When will Wilson be discharged? You don’t think he’ll come here causing trouble, do you? Imagine the neighbors seeing that. It’ll be so embarrassing!” Dad, who was putting away the clothes, overheard the conversation. He angrily pulled something from his pocket and slammed it onto the table.

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.

"I can't pull it up… Why won't it go up…" Dad kept pulling at the knee pads, forcing it up his legs until the threads tore and cotton stuffing burst out from the seams. He then buried his face into the pile of cotton and roared in grief. "Carolyn! I never had to kneel! I was never forced to! I was never beaten up! I was lying to you this whole time! "I'm rich! I'm wealthier than everyone else in this city! Nobody would ever dare to make me kneel before them!

He pulled my jean pants off, and when he attempted taking my briefs off as well, I began struggling. "No! Stop this! Please!" I outcried, begging them. But they payed deaf ears to my cries and pleas. He finally took my briefs off, and tried forcing his dick into my butthole. But it was futile. Meanwhile, I was crying out helplessly like a child. I had no idea a human being could cry as much as I did. I could feel my whole world tearing apart when he finally came back, saturated a slippery liquid inside of me, and forced himself into me.

Darian said as he sat down on the floor once again. I looked to Steffan as he looked to the floor of the cell and once again sat back down to stare at the wall. My mind was spinning. I thought my aunt had lost her mind with her stories and accusations about Iza, but now it sounded as if Iza had let this man, Darian, kidnap and impregnant a young girl. A girl who could only be consider still a child in need of guidance and love from her parents but instead was pushed into an unhealthy relation and motherhood.

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

Before I knew it, the timer had gone off, and Aunt Carla was demanding that everyone put their pens down. My dad and Uncle Avan were tied with twenty-three items. How they even thought of so many to begin with was beyond me. Aunt Carla made them read them aloud to make sure that each item was indeed for babies. My dad went first, and then Uncle Avan. When he got to the suppository, Dad told him that they weren’t used for just babies. Therefore, he’d lost. Uncle Avan argued that if that was the case, then diapers weren’t used for just babies either. I think he realized too late that he’d stuck his foot in his mouth because he ended up losing anyway. Aunt Carla made them both take diapers off

“After hearing about their love life, I think those two would have a million kids by now if Courtney let them. She made him wait until Calum was out of diapers before they started trying again.” “Diapers,” I repeated in horror. I forgot about diapers. Calum had some nasty ass diapers. They would stink up the entire packhouse. Courtney tried to get me to change him once, but I threw up before I could even get the thing open all the way. Blood and c***e; easy. St-filled diapers; hard as hell. I’ll find a way to manage, though. I won’t make Vivian handle all the diapers herself. They make masks for those kinds of things, right?

"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."

“How could I possibly close my eyes when you guys were everywhere, running away from the diapers?” “These two boys gave me a run for my money, you know. I had to exercise every day at the fields, the gym, and even at home. They were like two mice on the loose with shirts on and no diapers,” Dad says. Jack and I don’t remember anything about running around without diapers, but Dad and Jack’s dad always made sure to remind us. They even have pictures to prove it. we could sue them for that and win the case. “I don’t know how you did it, Uncle, but I know those two were a series of headaches. How did you even deal with it?” Kyle smirked at us.