Women In Diapers Stories Novels & Stories

"Look, I didn’t come here to fuck my way to the top. I came here to work. I have a PhD, Diva. I’m not a toy." Diva just laughed, a loud, sharp sound. "Work. Fuck. In this house, Lila, they’re the same thing. You’ll learn. And earn." I took a breath, using the opening to ask what had been burning in my brain since last night. "Speaking of 'family time'... I saw one of the sisters in Jax’s room last night. She was... she was wanking him. Right in front of me. Is that normal here? Isn't that incest?"

~~~DIANA~~~ Pippa's rolling on the hotel carpet, grabbing her belly and howling a loud laugh. I'm pretty sure the people in the next room are disturbed. I throw her folded jeans into the small box we came with, but I'm grinning too. I swear I can't help it. Just thinking about last night's enough to get me shedding tears of laughter. "Damn it, Diana, for real though? Cairo's mom actually rocked her shit like that? I thought Mrs. Arsher was all country club, not straight-up savage!"

Nothing about it was fair any more. These past few years Jane had begun to accept the fact that she wasn't one of the Waleskis. And she had started writing a book called the Unfair Life of Jane, Plain, and Short. It wasn't a real book, just a list of experiences and even that made Jane wonder whether the universe had something in the particular against her. For example:

"Yeah, I promise, but you gotta tell me about yourself too." I smirked. "That's fair." And so, we were back to normal again. All it took was a simple apology. I feel stupid for avoiding him when it was just that easy to fix it. After classes ended, Black went home immediately, so club was pretty uneventful. Princess didn't come by either, saying she was gonna get pretty busy because she had to design a new outfit for a competition. As I was on my way to the school's gate, a couple of papers flew my way. They were coming from above, and when i looked up, I noticed a girl at one of the classrooms on the 3rd floor. She saw me and immediately hid herself.

A tear tried to escape, but my questioning look gave Mariah a chuckle that made me laugh. “Men, are a bunch of pussies. Women can take more of a beating when it comes to our bodies.” Mariah pulled a kit from under the counter, filled with decorated small squares. “If a man had to deal with this, they would be huddled in bed for days until it was over. Not us, not us women,” she hummed, helping me get dressed.

Luna had already passed out, a pool of blood spreading beneath her, shocking to look at. They called the hospital, and once the medical staff came to take her away, they left the place. … "Hey, did you hear? There’s a woman in the maternity ward who miscarried after fooling around with a bunch of guys. They said she was brought in nude." "I heard too. She was picked up from an abandoned factory, barely two months pregnant, and it wasn’t just one guy. She’d arranged for several to join in." "No way, people are really that wild now? That’s insane! Pregnant and still out there messing around like that. Doesn’t she worry about catching something?"

Witches aren’t afraid of being misunderstood. The site is a forum for anonymous storytelling. I’ve been scrolling through it for weeks, posts from strangers that feel like confessions whispered in the dark. Survivors of things no one else believed. Wives writing about marriages no one would envy. People who carry entire wars inside their bodies and still find the words to put them down. I click “New Post” and my heart pounds in my ears. Title: He Married My Womb, Not Me. I don’t overthink it. My fingers start moving.

Emily was in class, everything was normal until she felt the urge to pee, she didn't want to go, she isn't allowed to use the bathroom anymore, she has to use her diaper or call for her mama. She didn't want to feel little in that particular moment, she decided to hold it in, but holding it in turned out to be really hard, her stomach started to hurt, she ignored the pain, but the pain only got worse.