Trapped In Diapers Novels & Stories

Even as a soul, the fear of being imprisoned was still deeply ingrained in my mind. Yoel covered his nose in disgust, squinting from the unbearable stench of the corpse. He kicked the wooden box a few times, cursing angrily. "Julianna! Get out here! What's your problem? You ruined Elaine's birthday, and you're not going to get away with it! I'm counting to three. If you don't come out, don't blame me for making things worse for you!" I let out a pained laugh and thought, ‘Yoel, I'm already dead. How else could you make anything worse for me? What are you going to do—dig up my corpse and parade it around just to please Elaine?’

It's like some thing bad happened to me and that in a second or so, the guy with me might try to force himself on me, some times I always even beg them to leave me alone. But with Cade every thing is different, I had gotten far with him only for that disturbing feeling to come back. For years I keep on wondering if I was raped or stuff, that is the only thing that can justify this feeling but I doubt it. Have always lived a sheltered life,I wouldn't have been raped by any one, my parents would have told me if some thing like that happened right. Just then the door opened and Tracy walked in with Gracie. "So you have been hiding here all day, common the crew have arrived, they came with all t

His finger slightly grazed behind the screen and his face tensed. Pondering, he settles down on the couch with the duvet placed on his lap as he switched on his laptop. He waited and waited for some seconds but the monitor screen wasn’t getting on. Even the power light wasn’t on. What the fucking hell? Lines of tension marred his devilish looking face. Adam restlessly pressed the power button several times. The damage was already done. By the time he struggled to switch on his laptop, a certain someone clad in complete black shirt and pant, her head covered in black scarf was heading towards the Boston airport.

The barriers opened wide and they resumed entering the property. There were kids running here and there. Some were about 2 to 3 years old while the others were about 5 to 6 years old. In another corner regrouped a few teenagers that gazed at them curiously. The toddlers began running towards them when they started to halt on their track and hopped out of their car. Athena marveled at the sight of enormous children that crowded her vision. She couldn't help feeling extremely pitiful for them. She felt their sadness and vulnerability from where she stood. Her eyes stung with tears but she blinked it back.

Their children were the problem. All four of us went to the same private school. Patrick, the oldest was five years older than me. He was the one who started the mess, calling me an 'unwanted child' at school. In two days, all the seniors inside his classroom started calling me that as well. Then, Patricia got a crush on me and confessed that she liked me. I was like 'What the hell? I'm just ten. I don't do shitty love thing.' So, I rejected her and guessed what happened? She became a bitch and started calling me an 'unwanted child' as well in school. Solely because she wanted to get revenge after getting rejected.

Marcus's Den Alexa’s body was a collection of aches and bruises, but she had promised herself she would not cry. For the first time in her life, she would endure. She clenched her fists, the scars on her skin a painful reminder of the hell she had been pulled back into. She never imagined she would end up here again, in the cold, dank prison beneath the earth. The dungeon, the place where time stood still, where hope was suffocated by despair.

It was 2:00 pm, and the sun was relentless. I was in the neighboring city for a work trip when my five-year-old daughter, Sally, called me. Her voice was trembling with fear, and she was wracked with tears. "Mom, help me! Dad locked me in the car." My head spun, and I nearly passed out. "Baby, don't cry... Tell me where you are, and I'll come get you right now!" Sally tried to calm down and sobbed out the words, "I'm at..."

I don’t like being all sweaty and sticky at all that’s why I didn’t listen. But as soon as I got inside the bathroom, memories of what happened came rushing back inside my head. I crouched before I could shower. “I want to dig a hole where I could hide forever.” That was so embarrassing. I think I wouldn’t be able to recover from that. But… do they live somewhere near here? Of course, that would be it! What explaination would it be if not that? “I want to hide.”

But I can sure as hell take it off this stupid onesie, everyone want to see me as a successful son and man, but here I am acting like a baby. "Calm down I'll take it off" Damien says, he tries to unzip the stupid thing, the clips wouldn't undo, I had hard time kicking it off my body. Now to the stupid pull-up, pulling it down, it was wet! I can't even hold it in! What if I go to the party and accidentally pee myself! I can't have a pull-up on! I'm a genius and not a baby who can't control his bladder. I kicked those off too, I turned naked as the day I was born and went to make coffee, coffee helps.

Jesus, did they insert a tracking device in me? She curls herself in the fetal position and begins to tear up. She feels embarrassed and uncomfortable. Not so much at the fact that she just woke up to pissing herself, but she feels like a great big puddle of piss. What has become of her life that she is at this point? She has no idea who she is or where she is. But she has no recollection of what she has done to have been picked up by an agency that would want to microchip her and keep her in a surveillance room with two-way mirrors, camera's and whatever else. She quickly sits up in protest of the whole situation and feels instant regret.