Trapped in a diaper with dan mullen (short horror story)

[Professor Rape]

I woke up in an unfamiliar room. Something restricted me. It was clothing. A garment…

A diaper.

And I wasn’t the only one wearing it.

Beside me, nestled uncomfortably close, was a bald, middle-aged man. He was small, barely over five feet tall, with a round face that glistened with a sheen of sweat. His beady eyes stared at me with unnerving familiarity, like he’d been waiting for me to wake up.

“Ah, you’re up,” he said cheerfully, his voice pitched like someone discussing the weather. “Name’s Dan Mullen. Call me The Dan Man if you like. Folks usually do.”

I recoiled instinctively, but the movement was awkward and restricted. That’s when it hit me: we were both wearing the same diaper… together. One massive, custom-made monstrosity that tethered us like some grotesque parody of Siamese twins.

“What… the hell?” I stammered.

Dan smiled. “Don’t stress yourself, bud. You’ll adjust. Everyone does.”

“Everyone?” I croaked. My heart pounded, every beat like a scream for clarity. “What is this? How did I get here?”

“Does it matter?” He shrugged, his small frame jostling slightly, which only reminded me of how little space there was between us. “You’re here now. That’s what counts.”

“I need to get out,” I whispered, more to myself than to him.

Dan’s grin widened, and he leaned in closer. His breath smelled of human shit. “Oh, no can do. This diaper’s built for two, my friend. Once you’re in, you’re in.”

“But why?” I snapped. “Why are we in this? Why am I here?”

Dan’s expression softened, almost as if he pitied me. “Because I'm the Dan Man.”

Dan closed his eyes and moaned. "Uh oh! Stinky!"

 

[RedHeadpw2]

Yeah. Finely crafted. Flows nicely. Strangely sinister villain. Good stuff. Could use a female character eventually.

 

[Convict Wyzz]

Truly horrifying. Like the The Human Centipede but more disturbing.

But Dougie...don't make me tap the sign.... https://new.onaforums.net/threads/official-dougie-christmas-containment-thread-tm.64575/

 

[TheGhostOfBernellTrammell]

Gave me nightmares. I can't bear the thought of not having full diaper autonomy.

 

[Dog Eater]

Post the next bit.

 

[StlakerFatti]

if you ever voluntarily share a diaper with someone, make sure it's not The Dan Man.

 

[Professor Rape]

Post the next bit.

“Flavia! Flavia, my love! We need you!”

The door creaked open, and in stepped a towering figure who seemed to fill the entire room. Flavia was seven feet tall, with shoulders as wide as a doorway and muscles that bulged beneath her sleeveless shirt. Her veins stood out like cords, and her skin glistened with the sheen of someone perpetually pumped on testosterone. Her jawline could have been carved from granite.

“FLAVIA CHANGE YOU NOW,” she growled, her voice deep and guttural. She stepped forward with an almost primal gait, her massive hands flexing as she approached.

My heart raced as I tried to press myself deeper into the mattress, away from this behemoth of a woman. Her eyes locked on me with a mixture of disdain and indifference, like I was a chore she’d been assigned against her will.

She reached down, her massive hands effortlessly lifting both Dan and me, diaper and all, as though we weighed nothing. My stomach flipped as she set us down on a large, padded table that I hadn’t noticed before.

“Hold still,” Dan chirped, entirely unbothered by the ordeal. “Flavia’s the best. You’ll feel like new!”

Flavia grunted again, her massive hands snapping on a pair of gloves that stretched taut over her fingers. The sound made me flinch, and I tried to wriggle free, but the diaper held me fast.

“FLAVIA FIX,” she muttered, reaching down with a grunt as the nightmare continued.

 

[DanFielding]

Chilling.

 

[StlakerFatti]

i always imagined The Dan Man to linger in his soiled diapers and to really enjoy the tingly sensation of rashes

 

[StlakerFatti]

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