Forced To Use Diapers Novels & Stories

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.

He checked Charlie's diaper and then groaned at how much poop was crammed into the tiny diaper. “What exactly did your mother give you yesterday, huh? Why do you poop so much?” Charlie just chuckled softly, while Anthony was busy looking for a way to get rid of the diaper without having to inhale the rotten smell that came from it. But in the end, Anthony had to let his nose inhale the foul smell of Charlie's poop because he couldn't pinch his nose with his hands which were busy putting the diaper into a plastic bag.

After a long time of torturing me, she gets me out of the tub, rolling me in a fluffy towel, she took me out toward the outside room, this time she sat me down on a giant bed. "Get me the diapers," she says, while I still cry, the guy ran down and her what she asked for, he got several diapers, the woman started trying the new diapers, lifting my bum up using my ankles to lift me up. "Damn kitty, you are tiny" she says is that a bad thing, I didn't know if she's mad at me now, she finally found one that fit me. She dressed me in similar clothing as before, the baggy shirt that covers my whole body making me warm, she picked me into her arms hugging me.

They stopped screaming as the teats filled when the bottles rose to the correct angle. “I know, me too. Remember when we used to complain that they were taking to long to come?” Sebestian asked as he gathered the third load of diapers the babies had filled that morning along with their second change of clothes and the empty bottles that had built into a pile in the corner of the couch. “Remember when we used to wear clothes? Clothes that you could go outside in” he muttered miserably as he looked at his mate, sitting in the chair in the same pyjamas he had been wearing for the last two days.

Beth Diapers were on the list I gave Rack. I’ve never put a diaper on a newborn or realized how hard it is. Rack watches helplessly and I can see he’s further out of his comfort zone than I am. I figure out which way the diaper goes and slide it beneath his tiny bottom. The last thing I expect is the stream of warm pee that sprays upward and soaks me. Rack hands me a towel from the stack on the edge of the bed. His lips curve up in a shameless smile. “It’s never too early to teach shooting straight.”

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.

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.

There are no toys at all, it's almost empty. Staying in the basement, they could only have a bath twice a month and use the toilet three times a day. Sometimes they would conceal their pee, especially when their mother was not home, and most of the time they just peed on their bedroom floor, which they had grown accustomed to. They were always given a time limit for anything they did, whether it was eating, bathing, changing clothing, or any other activity.

Since my little age is three its school rules that I wear diaper, have a pacifier on me the whole time and I have to drink a bottle. Before I came here I was in an orphanage, my parents never wanted me so they gave me up when I was only a few days old. That shit holl that I grew up in taught me a few things like stealing, hiding my pain, never to cry, how to hide from the other big kids.

She scrunch her nose, almost gagging, and not wanting to talk over the putrid smell of baby poop and to him. Mason forcefully took matters into his hands by clasping the arm that held the diaper before it loosened out of the pincers that barely held it. "Let me do it," he carefully folded the wasted diaper with a straight face, like the air around them was indifferent. Like it didn't smell of decayed meat or worse, "do you have wipes with you?" Louisa searched in the diaper bag and gave him the baby's wipes. "I used to do this to Louis most of the time. Any Vaseline or diaper cream?"