Trapped In Diapers Novels & Stories

"Well, it has to be someone who really doesn't like you and who would find stuff like this happening to you funny and the only person I can think of is–" "Wait, you don't really think...?" I cut in before she could finish saying what I knew she was about to say. "Well, it makes sense. Only Derris would find doing twisted shit like this to you, funny." I didn't feel like arguing with her so I moved towards the locker to try and search for any clues. As I did, a diaper rolled out and fell right on my shoes. "Why is there even a diaper in here?" I mumbled angrily to myself.

"That's why, if you have children, you will be well taken care of. In front of you, I hope to get married." "Yes ... where to use inviting us again, it's a waste of time." Should everyone make a fuss now? Why couldn't they hold their lips from sneering at Canadia? If they were in Canadia's place, would they have endured all the insults? "Dad ...." Canadia called her father without glancing sideways. "Get me out of here, please," Canadia pleaded with trembling lips It is all over. There is nothing left. Everything has been destroyed.

Though it's air-conditioned in this mansion-like jail where she is currently put, the thought that she had not been freshened up since the last night before she went to sleep grosses her so much. She tried to look at the clothes and they all looked okay to her. Floral maxi dresses and white knee-length house gowns. In fairness, even though she is kidnapped, she is still living like a princess because of the clothes and dresses that Greg sent to her. She walks into the shower room only to get annoyed once more when she realized her hands are still on-chain preventing her to do things that should've been done with two f*cking hands!

Sydney I arrived home fatigued, tired, and concerned. I dragged myself into the bedroom, stripped down to my underwear, and tossed them on the floor, unconcerned about where they landed. I poured a bubble into the large bathtub after turning on the water. The enticing aroma of bubbles drifted through the room. I stepped into the bathwater after putting my hair into and clipping it into a sloppy bun. I wanted to unwind, but Mike's confession, his secret, and his financial woes all flashed through my mind in rapid succession. I rested by closing my eyes and leaning back. I lay there for a long time, not knowing how long and not caring, because it was the first time all day that I felt relaxed.

However, Bubbles… Pooped. The little kid wasn’t wearing any pants. Her original pants were used as a medium to get into the Undying Clan’s base. After that, her pants turned into dust. Later, Alex was too busy escaping to put diapers on for her. Great. Now, she had pooped all over her father’s neck. “Ahh— “You really are my biological daughter!” Alex exclaimed.

I woke up still in their arms, I loved that daddy read me to sleep, I love stories, books, and he's the best story reader ever, he did the voices and everything. I needed to pee badly this morning, but I wasn't allowed to take the diaper off me, I thought maybe I can skip to the bathroom, pee quickly, and pull the diaper back on. But sadly that wasn't a good plan, mommy and daddy both had their hands around me, I was trapped between them, when I tried to squirm out of their hold they both woke up.

I saw that Diana was swatting off mosquitoes that hovered around her, so I fished for the little bottle of insect repellent I slipped in my jeans and touched something different. A small plastic bag. I frowned, took the thing, and found that it was Devon and Diana’s baby tooth. I had no memory of taking those with me when we packed for the things we needed in our little journey here. I wondered if Diana or Devon slipped it inside my jeans. Why, though? Why did they want to bring this?

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.”

My butt didn't feel the glass shards so much, the fabric helped guard my skin and while I sat there, legs spread apart like I was a gymnast, I giggled away to myself. “Freya, what the fuck are you doing?” Tristan whined at me. “Nothing, Dad,” I snapped back with another giggle. I put my hands in front of me and tried to push myself up, but with my legs wide apart and butt in the air, I just fell forward like a baby giraffe trying to get its first drink. My head hit the floor first and I burst out laughing while my body collapsed into a hot-mess pile. I knew I wouldn't be able to get up by myself, but I really needed to pee and with everything going on, the last thing I wanted was to be embar

Where the hell was I? These people were strangers. Not the people Grandfather worked with. I couldn’t see him in the group… was he strapped to a strange bed like me? Weak and tired, with tubes pushing air and liquids into him… and back out of him. This was my first experience with a catheter, and it wasn’t comfortable. Even worse, I could swear I wore some kind of diaper or something around my backside. It was humiliating.