Women In Diapers Stories Novels & Stories

Diana had explicitly touched me, looked into my eyes, and asked me not to call him. Desperate for a distraction, I shoved my earphones in and grabbed my personal phone. I had never, ever watched p**n at work before, but the agonizing, bulging tent stretching the fabric of my trousers left me no choice. I needed to take care of it. I needed a clear head before I lost my mind. I clicked on the first video that popped up—a couple fucking wildly on a beach at night. The man was dark-skinned and heavily built, and the woman was a gorgeous, striking blonde. Just like Diana.

There was a line of women waiting for the cubicles. They were wearing high class dresses and sipping glass flutes of white wine. I couldn’t have looked more out of place. “If you could lie down dear” said Mrs Jones. I did so without question. A lady with a posh white dress came over. She dropped her knickers to the floor and stepped out of them. She then proceeded to stand over me her legs spread wide over my face. I could clearly see her cunt which was bald and completely shaven. Her pussy was tight and perfectly formed. She hoisted up her dress and then relieved herself. The droplets of pee landed on my face. It certainly smelt and tasted different like a bad white wine. I licked my lips.

' 'Stop thanking me! I dipped the money into my second back pocket, which was already filled. I zipped it up and smiled at the next customer. He stared at everywhere but my eyes as he dropped his items; five tampons, two bags of diapers, fifteen baby milks… Tampons? 'You are buying tampons?' 'God, this is so embarrassing,' he whimpered, pulling his hood over his face. 'Just check this fast so I can get out of here.' 'Why are you buying them? For your wife? What does she need tampons for? Isn't she pregnant?' I asked, looking at the diapers.

No can do. I followed them to the vault and found all the hostages there. Some were women who had pieces of their clothing ripped apart. One was a young teller who I recognized. She was sobbing into her hand while trying to piece her dress together so her bra wouldn't show. The money wasn't enough they had to violate women too? I felt the anger bubble inside of me like the time that schoolmate of mine said my mother was a skanky slut from an Oriental whore den. Suddenly, thunder rumbled from a distance.

I softly called to her. She was full of cuteness as she lay there looking up at me, cooing and kicking her little feet. “How’s mama’s girl?” Oh, wow girl you stink! Babies are cute, but man can they be disgusting. One diaper change was enough to make me question if I was up for this challenge. I have fought and won against one of the most powerful witches of all time, trained and fought against grown men ten times my size and now here I am getting my ass kicked by one shitty diaper.

And if by chance, she manages to go out and purchase anything of her choice, her in-law tries to check what's inside the carrybag. One day a very embarrassing thing happened. Both the couple went to the market to purchase some necessary things. Anjana purchased two night dresses and then they returned back home. When they came back, her mother-in-law and father-in-law both were sitting outside. Anjana got down from the scooty and straight came inside the house, thinking that Amreet will come inside with that packet of night suits. Surprisingly, his mom asked that what she has purchased, and guess what, without any hesitation Amreet took out those two nighties and showed his mother. The most

“Come on, think about it. What do babies use to avoid soaking everything and not having to take a bath in their own mess?” “A diaper?” “Exactly! You got it, boy!” “So, I need to buy a diaper for Poppy?” I frowned, trying to process this. “You’re really slow!” He tsked in frustration. “Not a baby diaper, but a feminine one!” “Is there even such a thing? Where do I buy it?” “They have those at convenience stores. Just ask the cashier. If they ask what kind you need, say, ‘the one on the wings of love.’ They’ll know what you mean, especially if it’s a woman you’re asking.”

But I was tired of playing defense. By noon, my inbox was full of requests—reporters, podcasts, morning shows. Everyone wanted the first word from the “woman in the scandal with a baby on the way.” Luca paced while I sat motionless at the kitchen table, reading one of the emails out loud. //“We would love to give Ariana a platform to tell her truth. Millions of women relate to her courage…” Courage. As if surviving humiliation was bravery instead of necessity. “I hate this,” I said quietly.

Minx remembered one thing that Daisy shared with her one time, it was a video of a woman who delivered her baby herself and with this, although Minx could not remember the details, she immediately rushed to the bathroom and filled the bathtub with water and put in some disinfectants. She took off her clothes and entered the bathtub. In a squatting position, she tried to push the baby out gently. The pain was too much that she cried as she pushed, she wanted to give up, she wanted the pain to end but she remembered how much she had to put up with during her pregnancy and with this, she persisted in pushing.

A woman must live here, but where is she? I move to the wardrobe. It’s full of luxury-brand clothes, all in small sizes but none for children. The absence of dresses and skirts makes me wonder if the woman who lives here is ashamed of her legs. A sudden sense of urgency fills me, and I decide to leave before I’m caught. But then I notice a thick, pink book. It’s a diary. The name on the front cover shocks me: "Scarlet."