Trapped In Diapers Novels & Stories

YOU SHOULD CALL ME DAD MELANIE'S POV~~ As I slowly emerged from the depths of a restless sleep, I awakened to a pervasive sense of exhaustion that clung to me like a shadow. The constant, dull ache in my leg persisted, reminding me of my fragile state. I found myself trapped in a vortex of thoughts, each more troubling than the last, when suddenly, a soft knock echoed from the door. My mind raced with possibilities—who could it be at this hour? Perhaps it was Bryan, ever watchful and concerned.

I sob quietly. A few minutes later, I stop crying, as I am tired of moping around and feeling so sorry for myself. I undress and wear his black shirt to sleep. I am stupid for thinking that we are going to be in the same room. I rest my eyes, and soon, I drift off to sleep. Don’s POV

No amount of pushing, kicking, or yelling would keep them away from me. A flower without its stem is just a pile of loose petals left to go rotten. And when they took me from the nursery to the bathroom I saw that pile of petals laying down on the changing mat. The exact mat where I had to give up almost all of my dignity with my diaper changes. Almost all was gone but I had still that little bit of hope, which was now crushed, ripped apart. Caused by these evil men, by these devils who are guarding my personal hell.

“You need to stop overthinking this.” She paused as she opened her drawer to grab some comfortable pants and a shirt. Was she overthinking this? Really? They were consenting adults, they weren’t drunk, and they sure as hell didn’t take advantage of each other. The one and only problem in this mess was Jay because he would sure as hell kill them both if he found out about the sleeping deal. Or, well, deals, at this point. She sighed as she slipped her pants on, groaning as her foot got stuck and she ended up tumbling into the wall. Within seconds the door flew up and Jake stood there, staring at her.

This is the second season of Marco and Letta's story, titled "Trapped: I Can't Escape from the Billionaire." The first season can be read under the title "Trapped: Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child." These two stories are interrelated, and it is recommended to start by reading the first season first. Thank you.

“I promise Tray, I just need to pee” Tray unties my legs first, then my hands. He takes a firm hold of my arms and lifts me to my feet. After assessing that I’m too wobbly on my own since I’ve been strapped to the chair for so long, he keeps a steady grip on me and walks me all the way to the bathroom. The bathroom is tiny, literally a toilet and sink like you’d find in the stalls at my club! I handle my business and as soon as I open the door, Travis takes a hold of my arms again to walk me back to the chair. “Hey, can you leave my hands untied for a bit so I can feed myself?” I ask as we’re walking.

A whole entire package of extreme inconvenience and unease. Since I could make locomotive movements, I had to wear diapers like a toddler so I could pee and poo in it whenever I felt the urge and then the diapers would get changed regularly. I had to wear diapers because the first time I had excreted after receiving intravenous injections, I was so uncomfortable, that I desperately wished I could tear all of those thick plaster towering over my legs and pull out of those metal rods over my body even if it requires a large pound of my flesh tearing apart.

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.

Lee muttered as he tossed Juilan’s dirty diaper in the garbage chute. At first I thought it was a bit much to have a chute in the nursery, but it was quite handy and the room never smelled gross. “You’ll get the hang of it,” I assured Lee, handing him another diaper. I turned around to find the wipes as Lee gasped. “Aw, Julian!” I turned to see Julian had urinated and Lee’s shirt was the target. “Yeah he does that sometimes,” I laughed. “This is a Supima Cotton shirt!” Lee exclaimed.

I had things to say and I was going to say them with tears and spit and a dramatic arm wave. “You don’t even understand what it’s like!” I cried, clutching a throw pillow to my chest like it could absorb my trauma. “You’re not the one who has to waddle around with heavy boobs and aching hips and a full bladder every thirty seconds! You’re not the one who has to cry at diaper commercials or get aroused by the smell of waffles or scream into a pillow because you don’t even understand what’s going on with you” He tried to speak. I cut him off immediately with another burst of tears and a very dramatic flop backward onto the bed.