The Beginning of the Diapered by Sister Story
It all started when I was 10 years old. My parents had to go out of town for a week, and I was left in the care of my older sister, who was 16 at the time. I was excited to have her all to myself for a week, but little did I know that this week would be the most humiliating experience of my life.
The First Day of My Humiliation
On the first day of my parents' absence, my sister told me that she would be treating me like a baby for the week. I thought she was joking, but she was dead serious. She made me wear diapers and treated me like an infant. I was horrified, but I didn't know what to do.
My Sister's Cruelty
My sister was incredibly cruel during this week. She would make me wear my diaper all day, and she would check it regularly to make sure I hadn't taken it off. She would also make me crawl around on the floor and feed me baby food. I was too scared to tell anyone what was happening.
The Second Day of My Humiliation
On the second day of my sister's torture, she took me to the park. I was still wearing my diaper and had no way to change it. She made me play on the playground in front of other kids while wearing my diaper. I was humiliated beyond belief.
My Sister's Friends Join In
On the third day of my sister's torture, she invited her friends over. They all laughed at me and made fun of me for wearing a diaper. My sister encouraged them and even made me perform a "baby dance" for them. I was so embarrassed that I wanted to disappear.
The Fourth Day of My Humiliation
On the fourth day, my sister took me shopping with her. I was still wearing my diaper, and I begged her to let me use the bathroom. She refused and made me wet my diaper in the middle of the store. People were staring at me, and I felt like I was going to die of embarrassment.
My Sister's Final Act of Cruelty
On the last day of my parents' absence, my sister took me to a restaurant. I was still wearing my diaper, and I begged her to let me use the bathroom. She refused and made me sit in my wet diaper for the entire meal. I was crying and begging her to stop, but she just laughed in my face.
The Aftermath of the Diapered by Sister Story
When my parents returned from their trip, I was too scared to tell them what had happened. I thought they wouldn't believe me, or worse, they would be angry with me. It wasn't until years later that I finally told them what my sister had done to me. They were horrified and apologized for not being there to protect me.
The Psychological Effects of My Sister's Actions
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