Having safely navigated your way back to your room without being detected, you sit and wait patiently for your mom.

Noah felt completely humiliated and embarrassed wearing diapers in public, but the bullies kept at it days after days until it became a routine for him to do so. I say things like 'you're so naughty' or 'such a wet boy' 'just like a little baby' and phrases like that.Please assume this story MAY contain graphic language, sexually explicit text, violence and/or any other displeasing topic you can or can't think up! Stop crying you’re giving me a headache, calm down I’m going to change that diaper even though I’m not happy about it. There was no way I went from such a powerful wizard to somebody unable to even escape a baby’s diaper! Khan says the flight attendant kept “yelling” at her and refused to let her explain that she had sealed the diaper in a separate bag prior to tossing it in the garbage.

Guh… fuck… ughhh…” They kicked their legs in anger, clearly frustrated at their own body disallowing them to stop dumping the seemingly infinite contents of their bowels into their diaper, tears streaming down their face in humiliation.

That Lua had managed to overpower me after so much time boasting my magical prowess to Anny, and now I was so helpless and pathetic that I was in an even fight with a preschooler to escape this padding? Not setting up a situation where you are trapping an innocent bystander into being an unwilling participant in your kink.

Many thanks to all of you it was an awesome experience to share all the things we love… I need some suggestions where i can’t build up our content on a other Page. Finding decent isolation usually takes a bit of work- driving the extra mile, walking the extra distance.The whole thing looks knotty, heavy, and brown…” Anny said, and I wanted to cry in humiliation, but the contents of my bowels were still demanding to be dumped into the tail of my diaper where anybody could see it squishing between my legs. A few more humiliating, diaper-clad rounds passed before my need to poop came to a head, and I knew that it was clench as hard as I could or let my dignity fall to pieces. I could barely stand being forced to smell this sack of poop, let alone feel it push its way out of my body to fill my diaper that would promptly force me to feel it smearing all over me until I change it, which I already knew I wouldn’t be able to do myself. Quite soon, I seriously did need to poop, but there was no way that I would ever drop a load of waste into a diaper that would hold it against my ass… I was an adult, and I would prove it.