Trapped In Diapers Novels & Stories

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."

ODEYA. I left the poop on my clothes and then went back to the cracked wall, I placed the foil tape over it and cared less if the poop continued to burst out of it and stained my hands. It was useless to cry now, this was my situation and I needed to get used to it.

“I have one, so I get it.” "She's eighteen that an adult!" Mother replied. I rolled my eyes hard as I climbed the stairs, each step making the burning handprints on my ass flare. My heart raced from the fight, but my pussy throbbed harder. I was soaked, swollen, aching. I couldn't wait to get rid of it. Getting to my bedroom, I slammed the door behind me and stripped off the dress completely. Climbing onto the bed, I kicked the duvet aside and spread my legs wide, then grabbed my earphones and hit play on my favorite audiobook.

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.

Though curious, Mark zipped his mouth and listened to his boss's instructions before dropping off the call. Terrence barely took a nap when he dreamed of the footage he watched at the party earlier. It was like he was there present, watching over a comatose patient wrapped with bandages like an Egyptian mummy! He felt his chest tightening as seconds passed while watching the tubes connected to the machines, creating a beeping sound that indicates that person's only way of breathing. Everything was surreal!

If only I could dig into the floor, I would have done so and buried myself instead to save myself from the dire humiliation. What was wrong with you, Baby Girl? Why are you doing this to me? Oh my God, I wished I could hide somewhere and stay hidden for at least a month. What the hell was she thinking? Since when did I ever bring girls to my penthouse? She was the only one who ever had the chance to enter here. What a crazy thought that she had. Her mind must have gone haywire or something.

Shit. Did I just fall into a trap?

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..."