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Hey everyone, Iām trying to really fatten up this year, but I need your help. I need someone to buy me the most fattening food and buy me new clothes since Iām outgrowing mine so fast . I just want to be the fattest domme I could be. Any contribution helps š«¶š¼
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I'm a pussy for what I want to have. I'm trying to articulate my words and feelings. But I'm behind the curve... But I won't give up and will learn and grow.
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It attaches itself to you one day when you're wandering through the forest. Before you even have a chance to realize what's going on a slime darts from the underbrush, engulfing your boots and sliding up your leg underneath your clothes until it surrounds your waist, trapping you in a thick, bouncy padding. The slime forms a thick rubbery membrane you just can't penetrate no matter how hard you try to remove it. As your fingers desperately try to scrape away the goo, it rebuffs you, not allowing your digits to find purchase. You're at the creature's mercy.
When your bladder finally gives out, warm piss flooding into the gelatinous mass around your waste, the slime begins to react. It shapes its gel to caress your crotch, gently teasing you, rubbing back and forth. It seems to know exactly how to play with you, shaping itself perfectly to caress and tease you, the warm wet mass filling every nook and cranny until you just can't take it. As you find yourself splayed out on the ground begging for mercy, riding the edge of an orgasm it stops, leaving you painfully unfulfilled.
You finally manage to find your way out of the woods, looking for anyone who can help you. Plenty are willing to try, but the longer they spend with you the more they seem to... change. They start talking down to you, they insist on doing more and more for you, making decisions for you, feeding you. Coddling you. Treating you like an infant. Your protests fall on deaf ears as allies once horrified by your struggles now find amusement in your predicament, treating any argument against them as nothing more than outbursts and tantrums.
The longer the slime is attached, the more it works to degrade you. What once was simply a diaper begins to morph and change, leaving you more and more helpless and dependent on your new 'caretakers'. It starts by creating a living slime onesie that eats through any covering you try to throw over it, leaving you unable to hide the infantile attire. Once you get used to having your shame on display 24/7, it slides down your limbs, creating two mitts over your hands leaving you unable to manipulate anything with any amount of dexterity, and two booties on your feet, leaving you incapable of walking (not that you could do anything more than waddle these days), forcing you to crawl.
The final humiliation comes in the form of a pacifier, the gooey nipple invades your mouth, spreading out into the shape of a shield and button on your face to complete the look. No matter how hard you try to spit it out, the adhesive bond of the gel leaves it locked in place, only releasing when a 'caretaker' decides to take it out and feed you. As you're forced to idly suckle on the bulb you can feel the slime secreting a sickly sweet, syrupy substance down your throat. As you swallow it you can feel your body moving slower, mind growing hazier, thoughts becoming more simple and indistinct. It's harder to bring yourself to resist.
So here you are: completely and totally dependent on your caretakers, perpetually drugged, and continually edged but never able to cum. You knew you used to hate it but as the weeks turn into months turn into years, you start to enjoy it. No more responsibilities, no more working, no more thoughts.
You don't know why the slime chooses to do this to you, but you finally begin to understand that you deserve this. This is all you were ever meant to be, and you couldn't be happier.
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I love lowering the rent with my ridiculous fetish stories! You can't stop me posting weird shit, hahaha! Time to make a cute boy in girl clothes do my other specific fetish!
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WARNING: This story has ā ļøSCAT KINKS (Diaper Soiling, Hyper Soiling)!ā ļø
STOP READING NOW if you're not into that! You've been warned!
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Premise: Russell is an artist who seriously just does this weird fetish stuff for the cash. Really.
"Itās just for the money!Ā Iām not seriously into this crap. People just pay a lot for diapers!"
Russell gave himself a quick reaffirmation, then continued to sketch a giant round orb hanging from a womanās ass on his tablet. What an easy fetish for an artist to draw, what a steal! Just shove a huge sexy diaper in front of one of these freaks and they start droolingā¦
They made for kind clients too. Russell only got one piece of feedback on the sketch or Ann Takamaki in an overloaded pamper heād sent in: Bigger.Ā
Figures.
Of course, he wouldnāt be doing any of this if there wasnāt money to be made. $200 for something he could slam out in like two hours? Hot damn! At least, thatās what the price of the comm was up front. Now, making sure he had as nice a reference for this doodle as possible cost a bit more on the side but, eh, he didnāt mind covering a little bit of the expense for unmatched diaper quality.
Russell looked into his body mirror, dressed in the finest character-accurate cosplay he could muster. There was no reference quite like studying from life, so bringing anime women to life dressing up as them would have to do!
Now, with a solid grasp on the face done, now a good reference for a stupid-huge overpooped diaper.
Russell started grunting. His body went tense. The telltale crackles of a heavy dense clump of shit leaving his asshole permeated the room. The capacity to shit on command had proven super useful lately. Good thing he got that implant that let his body generate matter on command for his diapers. Itād been so enjoyableā¦ For drawing, of course.
A thick brown column of matter rushed into his diaper with a speed unbecoming of its raw heft and weight. It thrashed into his seat, expanding his fluffy padding out even larger. His crotch throbbed a little bit in the front as he did. He wasnāt getting off to this or anything, no, at least not intentionally. Itās just that so much dense hard, dildo-like scat ramming out of him was bound to trigger his boyspot into getting needy. Simple input and output. He didnāt find anything here erotic. He was pooping. He was pooping! How could making his body produce such terrible amounts into his embarrassing underwear all while wearing a ridiculous outfit ever be erotic!?
Russell, lip bitten and focused, just kept pushing. His mess poured out of him effortlessly, little grunts leaving his lips like purrs. He opened his eyes back up from that heavy clench to gauge the size every so often.Ā
Was that big enough? No, still more to poop out. Now that people knew him as a hyper artist, they always expected overloaded pamps.
Another push. "Nnnghā¦"
How about now?Ā
Yeah butā¦ But surely his client would ask for bigger if he didnāt go REALLY big. Just a little bit longer pooping uncontrollably in his silly underwear, not that he liked it or anything.Ā
"Hnnnnnnā¦" He strained. "Hnnnnggghghhā¦"
There! That was it. Heād have to drag it around if he wanted to stand! Now that had to constitute bigger.
Biggerā¦ Oh, well, shoot, his client did want bigger, didnāt he? That meant bigger tits on his potty butt waifu Ann Takamaki. He really should have asked for more clarification with that single sentence of feedback, but well, now they werenāt active on Discord and Russell had several dozen pounds of his waste packed under his butt. Heād just have to assume bigger breasts were requested to, and get a better reference with his breast harness.Ā
Unlike his ability to poop on demand, itās not like he could suddenly grow larger breasts. Thatād be ridiculous! He couldnāt afford those fancy expanding implants! Not yet, at least. Maybe once he took a few more clients who went nuts over diaper porn, he could finally buy one. The colon implant to poop on demand had been crazy expensive even though it was an old third gen one, but it really paid off with how realistically his seat smoldered. Another implant could be a business expense, right?
Russell rose from his seat to get his bigger breastforms, His diaper sag now so massive the seat sat on the floor while standing. Annoyingly, his fake boobs sat in his closet on the other side of the room, way too far out of reach to lean over in his mess and simply snatch them. Heād have to amble over there, his massively soiled diaper weighing him down.Ā
One step forward. It failed. His legs couldnāt muster up the strength to lift all the uh-oh. Russell had overpooped himself, like a total pervert addicted to pamper packing.
Maybe he could likeā¦ Poop more into his diaper until the mass was spherical enough he could roll it like a ball in those pampers?Ā
Russell started pooping, then realized after a few too many moments of blissfully pooping himself his silly idea didnāt make any sense. Itās not like it was an excuse to poop more and be an even bigger crossdressing baby.Ā
After a few more seconds of not-enjoyed defecation, Russell got down on his hands and knees. Only one option for locomotion remained...
"Gnnnghā¦" He grunted.
Russell crawled to his goal.Ā
Like a horse drawing a carriage, Russell managed to find the strength to drag his diaper forward with his whole body weight involved in the tug. Slowly but surely he dragged the horrible mass of his own hot fresh filth across his floor, towards his closet, and all the neat little dress up options heād bought to impress clients. Geez, so many character accurate cosplaysā¦ Briar from Pokemon, Lucina from Fire Emblemā¦ If he kept buying cosplays this nice just for art poses, he might be stuck drawing scat porn forever. Oh, but the jump in quality of his references couldn't beat these investments!Ā
That, and also, it did provide more fodder for his OnlyDiaps, where strangers could pay to see him shitting his diaper crossdressing as any flavor of anime girl. Not that he liked diapers or anything, itās just that OnlyDiaps paid so well, heād be a dumb baby to ignore all the revenue. Like, itād almost eclipsed his gig drawing art so many people wanted to watch him hyper pooping and call him cuteā¦ But he really didnāt like it, seriously!
After a long, hard, annoying crawl, Russell found the breastforms and slipped them under his outfit. Perfect, he looked just like an insanely stacked anime woman overloading her diaper with half her body weight!Ā
Now only one more thing for the perfect reference: a matching pacifier. In it went and Russell smiled like such a dumb idiot bimbo diaper sissy, not like that consumed all his fantasies or anything. Really, someone gifted him these cosplay paccies and Russell just liked free stuff.
Russellās smart-hover tablet fluttered over and got the perfect reference shot. Seeing a beautiful anime woman stacked to insanity in a massively overloaded diaperā¦ It got Russell so aroused! B-by the stacked anime woman part, of course! Seeing himself looking so cute and sexy didnāt make him poop even harder and get harder from it, that was all just unlucky timing.
Oh, but the client did say he wanted it bigger. Maybe he should keep pushingā¦
All that naughty stuff rolled against his p-spot again, with a little push. His camera got every second of expanding underwear as he all but came in his pampers pushing out terrible amounts. It made Russell smile so dumb, all happy,Ā happy to serve his client, of course.Ā
A hyper HD video and all the reference photos Russell could ever need filled the device now. Time to start drawing. These weird diaper-loving perverts needed their unrealistically huge diapers. He could put normal boy clothes back on nowā¦ Oh, but what if he needed a different angle?
Russell made the arduous trek back to his desk hauling around the most massive diaper heād bloated out this week. His crawls barely tugged the heap of all that potty butt along, each movement only budged the colossal heap of scat a little, but a nice few sucks on his paccy and he felt a bit more energy. Just a bit more now and he could use that perfect reference pic for a dumb potty training failure Ann overloading her big poofy seat.Ā
Russell pushed his desk chair aside. His diaper was big enough to act as a bean bag now, and tall enough he didnāt lose any height at his desktop. Not that he liked it or anything becauseā¦ Uhā¦Ā
His eyes went dreamy, not from any personal enjoyment of being a massive potty baby or anything, but from finally being able to relax after all that hard work crawling on the floor. He gave a big sigh and let his eyes go heavy as he savored the sensation of a nice relaxing sit into his own cushiony padding.Ā
The most luxurious face spread across Russellās mug as he unloaded another terribly funā¦ Terribly professional mess into his diaper. He double checked his recordings to make sure he got some monetary value out of his diaper shitting.Ā
Oh, goodness, watching him overload his hypered diaper even bigger just got him soā¦ Tired! He really just wanted to sit and relax for now. Sit and relax and masturbate, to get all the funny feelings out from poop thrashing out of his backside. It was purely business. It was purely to get these weird feelings out. He wasnāt some diaper shitting weirdo or anything. Thatās why he planned to only masturbate to the sight of massive full diapers on his phone and finish looking atā¦ Well he wanted to say normal porn, but he knew heād just lose to big full diapers again.
Russell kept going potty in his pampers super big, dressed as an anime girl, convinced he still wasnāt one of those diaper weirdos that always jerking off to heavy, full, sexy, poop-overloaded diapers. He wasnāt into this, this whole mess is just for the money! Itād just, you know, coincidentally, all but consumed his life with dirty diapers.
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