Soggy Virgin Princess

I've had a broken tooth for years, and while I am now finally in a position to get anything done about it, it's gonna cost $1500 USD even after insurance, so!

I'm reopening the original diaper fundraiser! help me repair my tooth and humiliate me as an added bonus!

$500/500 for june

$0/500 for july

ca: $auramgold

if you really need to use paypal, dm me and i can get you in touch with a friend's paypal in private (make sure not to include anything teasy in donation messages if you want the fundraiser to keep going, you don't want me banned)

every $500 i raise, i'll go for a whole month without using the potty at all! wetting, messing, all of that going right into diapers exclusively instead for as long as the fundraiser lasts, and you'd better believe i'll post pictures and checks on request!

and there's no cap on it at all! if i somehow get a stupid amount of money, i'll just be stuck in diapers long enough to stop being continent in the first place!

plus, as an added bonus, every $500 i raise i'll also add a rule for the whole challenge, suggested and voted on by everyone who contributes! anything relevant is allowed to be suggested (with proof of any donation in DMs, remember to dm me to claim it)! you can make me have to ask permission to buzz, you can make me have to watch baby shows, you can force me to stop swearing, no humiliation will go unconsidered, and all of it will get voted on by you all!

CURRENT RULES:

Always have a paci clipped to me

Restricted to "age appropriate media" as my mommy decides

if you contribute and DM me, you can suggest more, and i'll vote on them as they progress!

Knuckles brush against my lower back.

Pain, dragging me up and into my tip toes.

"And what do we have here?"

Your cool, sharp tone sends shivers down my spine.

"Who told you that you were allowed to wear big kid undies?"

I whimper, a deep blush blossoming on my face as you tug harder on the waistband of my cotton undies.

"I... uh... I..."

I stutter out, grasping for an answer that's not there.

I jump, as much as I can already standing on my tiptoes, when I feel a hard swat fall on my backside.

I immediately regret the action, my movement only serving to wedge my underwear deeper between my cheeks.

"That wasn't an answer," you bark, punctuating your smack, "I asked you: Who said you were allowed to wear big kid undies today?"

You tug up hard on the waistband of my undies, torturing me further for my failure to comply with your demands promptly.

"I... I did," I manage to sputter out between groans and whimpers.

Heat grows in my lower abdomen as I can feel disapproval radiating off of you behind me.

My blush deepens.

Why does your manhandling and bullying turn me on so much?

"Oh?" You growl, weakening your grip on my undergarments and allowing me to gather myself for a moment, "You decided, did you? I didn't think that was a choice you were allowed to make."

You release me completely, allowing me to reach for my backside to pick my cotton undies out of my cheeks as I spin to face you.

I immediately regret turning when you place your hands on my chest, shoving me to the ground before I know what's going on.

Once I'm on the floor, spread-legged, you press a foot to my crotch, pinning me in place.

The physical contact causes a wave of pleasure to radiate through me. I let out a small, pathetic moan, revealing my aroused state and causing a smirk to blossom on your face.

"You know?" You purr, putting more pressure between my legs, "Now that I think about it, you definitely are not allowed to choose what sort of undies you wear."

I whimper again as you increase the pressure on my groin further, turning the sensation from pleasure to pain.

"I'm going to have to punish you for that," you chirp merrily as I squirm under your weight, "Now, show me what a good little baby you are and wet yourself for me, or your punishment is going to be worse."

A low, guttural whine escapes my throat as I feel my blush spread to my whole body.

I'm completely under your control, and we both know it.

It only takes a moment until warm, hot piss fills and overflows the seemingly mature underwear I put on this morning.

Your laugh is confident, powerful, and demeaning.

"Such a pathetic little thing, aren't you?" You say through guffaws, "And you thought you could decide if you wore underwear or not?"

I whimper as a puddle begins to form under my ass.

"Good thing I packed your diaper bag today, isn't it?" You ask rhetorically, removing your foot from my nethers and fully exposing my shame.

Put in the work, go to therapy, you can dress act and exist how you feel most comfortable. But changing your body to fix your emotional issues I promise you is not the answer and is totally backwards. You can't change sex, what you are doing is running from the problem via pretend.

Basically someone feels dysphoria because they feel shame at being a member of their sex who is non conforming in some way, this can be internal or external. That manifests in a physical reaction, it's similar to what happens with anorexics and just like that the answer isn't to hurt yourself, It will never be enough.

Self acceptance is the only healthy way forward, if you need a place to start DBT and ACT are what you should look into.

Also fun fact River, my ability to completely recreate this post word for word was because of you! You made such a big stink and made sure to host a screen shot of the post, I bookmarked it so if anything happens, I can go right back to your blog and recreate the post, thanks for being such a strong, pro-Hrt ally! ❤️

Anyways, if you ever decide you want to escape the cult mentality and talk, if you ever wanna escape the Christofascist MAGA adjacent world you've found yourself in, there are people willing to talk to ya, cult deprogrammers and such.

Hope you've managed to find a life that's peaceful.

Reminds me of this post by @corpsehusk-creaturedoll