Princess Peach Diaper Novels & Stories

“Now hold still, kid, you look like a tiny prince.” “But I don’t want to be a prince,” he said. “Oh, come on don’t say that,” Jordan said, as he appeared in the doorway already in his blue suit. “Everyone wants to be a prince or princess, you can’t say you don’t want to be a prince. Hey Diana, don’t you want to be a princess?” “I want to be a princess uncle Jordan,” Diana piped up. Jordan spread his hands as he gestured to Dominic, “you see.”

"I saw the announcement on the television. How are you holding up?" At that moment, the announcement came again. I found myself looking and listening. Sebastian was dressed in a suit of white with medals of excellence pinned to it. The princess was wearing a beautiful red dress that covered her feet. She and Sebastian held hands and smiled at the camera, their eyes met but Sebastian's were pain filled, and I knew that the wedding was, indeed, in two weeks time.

Anda walked into her room smiling. It was the D-Day, She was finally going to be on track. "Princess Miranda, Where have you been? We combed the entire Dillion searching for you,it's 1:30pm"Pearl followed her into the room. Anda stared at the bustled dress on her bed and looked at Pearl curious. "Did something happen? A party? Why is this here?" Anda asked. "You were supposed to wear the peach one to breakfast and the yellow one to see The Queen"Pearl answered.

- Flexibility, Kaya... Flexibility. This is not the war you are declaring on the cup! - I don't understand how you can be more flexible than that... Kaya grumbled. - A princess must be gifted with flexibility and infinite softness... Kaya put the cup on the saucer and opened her mouth to speak: - No no no... The saucer and the glass must not make any noise... No tinkling, Kaya... Mirabelle cut her off.

I wipe my cheeks once more. “I’m going to be a happy princess today, Mommy,” I whisper to myself. I kick off my pink Miss Piggy pajamas and shrug on the black dress. Even though this dress is black, I really like it. It bells out like a princess dress, so I can twirl in it. And the top part has a swirly design that pops off the dress.

*We’ll feed you, bathe you, and diaper you while in your little space. *Use your diaper, only mommy and daddy can change you. *No touching your princess part when in big girl headspace. I blush at the princess part touching, I wasn’t an asexual little, I knew lots are, they are just seeking the love and affection of a relation. As I am but I also want some more grown up love, some sexual relation with them is what I need too. The second thing that made me blush was the diaper comment, they want me to wear a diaper, I blushed even worse now.

Once done i gave her new undies to wear before i took her out to brush her hair. She hummed happily while i played with her wet strands, seeming to be calmed now. I took the gag off and replaced it with a regular paci, i will punish her but i don't want her to feel abused either. I put her wet hair in a french braid and decided to take it one step further with the little stuff. I got a footie pijama, this is from the new purchases we got. Its baby blue and says princess on it, perfect for my little princess. She let me dress her while she rubbed her eyes sleepily.

My breath gets caught in my chest at what I find inside, and it takes everything in me not to rush forward. A nursery. A god damned nursery greeted me with Jessica sitting in a rocking chair, clutching a soft looking cream bunny plushy in her arms. She wanted to be a mother, had a room planned for a baby to come right away. Gods, she was perfect and that fucker ruined his chance. “Princess?” I call softly, pushing the door open and slowly stepping inside. She looks up with wide, teary eyes, her face tear-stained as she tries to fight back the sniffles.

I initiated the video call and flopped on the couch with Suzu snuggled up against my foot like a cozy blanket. "Yuuuuuki!" Lily's face was suddenly in front of my screen. Her hair was tied back into a haphazard bun, a bright pink robe pulled over her enormous belly, and I swear her face radiated — in that tired, puffy, goddess-of-life type of way. "Hey, Mama Waddle," I joked, smiling. "Don't start with me," she moaned, reaching offstage for what looked like a pickle covered in chocolate. "You'll wake up the beast."

He folded, tucked, and secured the diaper so perfectly it looked like it had been ironed. "Done," Alexander announced, stepping back. "Done!" Christian shouted a second later. Damien walked over to inspect. "Christian... solid. Functional. A bit tight, the kid might lose circulation in the left leg, but secure." He moved to Alexander. "Symmetrical," Damien noted. "Aerodynamic. And... did you double knot the tabs?" "It prevents leakage," Alexander said seriously. "Winner!" Damien declared. "Alexander Grayson, Diaper King." I laughed so hard I snorted. Alexander walked back to me, looking inordinately pleased with himself as he retrieved his jacket.