Hey there. I'm reallygrossstuff - you can call me RGS, or Argy. My pronouns are they/them. I've been writing in some form for over 15 years, and I've been uploading my fetish stuff here for over five now.
I write about a lot of different things. The majority of my stuff is to do with ABDL or fat fetish, but I also write transformation, hypnosis, and other kinks. I almost exclusively write for Homestuck, but I've also written a few Deltarune snippets and I'm considering a few other fandoms.
I also run the blog @gross-text-adventures for Homestuck fetish text adventures. That blog is on hiatus right now while I deal with creative issues, but neither adventure on there is dead as of writing this post.
My askbox is pretty much always open, both for conversation and requests. I can't guarantee that I'll do your request, and if I do then it might take a long time to get to, but I'm always interested in hearing new ideas and suggestions.
Current things I am extra interested in receiving requests about:
Asks to do with inanimate transformation
Asks to do with underwear/diaper transformation
ABDL asks
Asks to do with Karkat Vantas or Jake English
Don't be afraid to send asks about things not on this list! I also have a Ko-fi you can send tips to, though at the moment this is only for showing extra support.
could you do a fic with underwear or diaper TF where the character wearing said underwear/diaper is in public or just around other people? any characters will do i dont mind :3. i miss your writing and i hope you're doing well!!
I flipped a coin on whether to do diaper or underwear, since I like both of them, but if you want more of either direction feel free to ask!
Sorry for the long gaps between uploads. It's personal things, I won't get into it, but I'm hoping to get more out in the new year. Thank you for the kind wishes, and for the request - I always find it easier to do things when I know other people are looking forward to seeing it.
Please let me know what you think!
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Karkat decided he was going to stop opening his door when John came around.
"I can hear you being a grump, you know!" John chirped, far too happy for the situation at hand. He was standing in Karkat's front hallway, admiring himself in the tall mirror hung up there. He grinned at his reflection, setting his hands on his hips as he swivelled from side to side. "You're being way too stuck-up about this. I think I look pretty good, right?"
His shorts were currently in a pile around his ankles, leaving his waist completely exposed. Instead of underpants, he wore a thick adult diaper that rustled with each movement. The plastic was a pale shade of grey instead of white, with the red tapes serving as a splash of colour for the garment. John's beaming smile didn't fade as he took in the sight, reaching with one hand to pat the diaper's well-padded front.
Beneath John's hand, in place of a wetness indicator, a cartoonish depiction of a troll's face stared out. The face's bushy eyebrows were drawn into an exaggerated furrow to compliment its deep frown, almost a pout. Flecks of red were barely visible in its eyes, and a pair of small horns peeked out from a head of fluffy black hair.
Scratch that. If John came around again, Karkat would just punch his lights out.
"Wow, you sure are mad about this, aren't you?" John asked blithely, giving Karkat's printed face another teasing poke. Karkat's senses filled with the sound of crinkling plastic as he felt John's finger depress almost to the first knuckle into his body. "Sorry Karkat, but once I had the idea it was too good to ignore! And obviously you're the most fun to do these sorts of things with."
Knowing John could somehow understand what he was thinking even though he lacked a mouth, Karkat couldn't find it in him to soften his feelings at all. John had a history of idiotic and nonsensical pranks, but this absolutely took the cake. As if it wasn't bad enough to be made completely inanimate, John had to make him into something as stupid as a diaper, and then wear him too?!
John had the gall to laugh at Karkat's frustration, though he returned his hands to his hips. "Of course I did! I couldn't do this to you and not wear you, are you kidding? You look so cute, and I look cute wearing you." He kept swivelling his hips, humming to himself as he looked in the mirror. "Hey, do you think you make my butt look big?"
Twisting his hips a little further, John peered over his shoulder to see his backside in the mirror. The padding was thick there too, enough that the square shape of the insert was visible despite the diaper conforming to his body's curve. Across his butt was printed Karkat's symbol in the same bright red as the tapes, large enough to be visible even from a good distance.
Christ, he did make John's butt look big.
"Haha, thanks!" John patted his own ass, causing yet more crinkling and internal cursing from Karkat, before he straightened his posture. "Okay, well, enough staring at myself! I've got things to do."
John bent down and forward, grabbing his shorts off the ground and pulling them back up his legs. Karkat was sure they wouldn't fit around John's waist with him in the way, but maybe he was over-estimating his own size; John got them up all the way, and only started to struggle when it came time to button them up.
It was then that John's words finished registering. Things? What else could John have planned?
"Oh, I didn't tell you, right. I only came over here today since your house is on the way to the mall. Dave and I have plans to meet up there, so I have to leave pretty soon to be there on time! Don't worry, I'll lock the door behind me."
Karkat's mind reeled. John was going to go outside while wearing Karkat? Not only that, he was going to meet people they both knew?!
"Relax! It's not like I'm going to moon him or anything!" John talked right over Karkat's panic. "Nobody will even know you're there, once I… get this… button… wow, Karkat, did you have to be this thick?"
Rustle rustle rustle. Karkat was all too aware of how loud he was as John pulled at his pants button, compressing his padding against the inside of John's shorts. Eventually the button fit through its hole, causing John to let out a sigh of relief and leaving Karkat only able to stare at the dark khaki scant millimetres from his face.
Outside the confines of his shorts, John was getting ready to leave the house. Inside, Karkat could only wonder how obvious he might be to a casual observer. He could feel how tightly he was pressed against the seat of John's pants, the pressure shifting and changing with each step John took. Was he being paranoid, or was his padding just as visible even with another layer of clothing in the way?
"Definitely paranoid," John said unhelpfully, giving his backside one last pat. "I'm going to stop talking to you now, okay? That would definitely give you away!"
The front door opened with a click. The pit in Karkat's non-existent stomach grew deeper.
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As it turned out, the only thing worse than being teased for being a diaper was being ignored as one.
Karkat could feel every step John took, could map his actions to the changing press of John's shorts against him. But true to his word, John didn't say a thing to him once he left the house. Karkat could fume and rant and demand all he wanted, but there was nothing he could do to make John actually change his mind.
It was hard to hear anything over the crinkle of plastic that came with every step. He might've been able to tune it out, except that every time he heard another pair of footsteps or the murmur of voices, he became hyper-aware of just how loud he might be.
That worry only grew as the thrum of voices became louder. John stopped for a moment, tapping his foot, and Karkat could only imagine him waiting for the mall's automatic doors to slide open for him. Sure enough, a second later he was moving again, stepping into somewhere filled with voices and footsteps and all manner of people who could quite casually bump right into John from the worst possible angles.
John gave his hip a pat, over Karkat's waistband. It wasn't reassuring.
Wading into the thrum of people, it was only another minute of torment before John raised his voice. "Dave! Hey, over here!" He called out, shifting his weight more onto one foot. Karkat knew John must have been waving, drawing more careless attention as he called out once more for Dave.
John stopped moving then, but Karkat wasn't left in anticipation for long before he heard a second familiar voice. "Hey man, you good? You look kinda distracted, could'a cancelled if this was a bad time."
"Huh? No, I'm fine! Sorry Dave, I just have a lot on my mind. I came here straight from Karkat's house, he always gives you a lot to think about, you know?" John shifted his weight again, and Karkat realised with alarm that he was going in for one of his inane 'bro hugs'. He heard the clap of someone's hand on someone's back as John leaned his hips towards Dave too - felt the front of his body compress slightly more as Dave returned the gesture - heard the louder rustle the disturbance caused from him -
But Dave didn't register the noise at all, pulling away in his own time. "Yeah, I get you. How's he doing, normally Kat's blowing up my phone this time of day."
"Oh, he seemed kind of busy when I left, so maybe that's why?" John covered easily, though Karkat could hear him laugh under his breath at the deception. Karkat just fumed. "He was pretty deep in one of his projects, I wouldn't be surprised if it kept him wrapped up all day."
"His call," Dave agreed easily. A moment later the two were walking, side by side if Karkat was tracking Dave's voice right.
"So what did you want to do today?"
"As much as you wanna do, I guess. I figured we could shoot the shit around here for a while, maybe hit up the arcade, see a movie or something? Then when we get bored we could head back to my place, play some shitty video games and get some take-out for dinner."
Fuck, what?! Karkat had assumed John intended to hang out for an hour or two, but the way Dave was talking about it, this sounded like a goddamn all-day affair.
John put both hands in his back pockets, a smile in his voice as he replied. "That sounds like fun! Hey, maybe we can turn it into a sleepover too, I don't have anywhere to be tomorrow either."
No, absolutely no way. Karkat was going to be turned back before the day ended, if John knew what was good for him. He was still listening, right? Karkat was putting up with enough bullshit as it was, he wasn't going to be stuck like this overnight too!
"Sure, man, whatever you feel like," Dave agreed once more. Karkat felt John's fingers squeeze into his padding, almost able to sense the smugness rolling off of the gesture.
"Great! Then you lead the way. It sounds like we have a lot to get through today."
I wouldn't be opposed! (Although my goodness, it's scary to realise I wrote that almost a year ago.) If you'd like, you can ask or DM me any thoughts or requests for a part two you might have. I can't guarantee what my turn-around would be, but I am definitely interested.
could you do a fic with underwear or diaper TF where the character wearing said underwear/diaper is in public or just around other people? any characters will do i dont mind :3. i miss your writing and i hope you're doing well!!
I flipped a coin on whether to do diaper or underwear, since I like both of them, but if you want more of either direction feel free to ask!
Sorry for the long gaps between uploads. It's personal things, I won't get into it, but I'm hoping to get more out in the new year. Thank you for the kind wishes, and for the request - I always find it easier to do things when I know other people are looking forward to seeing it.
Please let me know what you think!
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Karkat decided he was going to stop opening his door when John came around.
"I can hear you being a grump, you know!" John chirped, far too happy for the situation at hand. He was standing in Karkat's front hallway, admiring himself in the tall mirror hung up there. He grinned at his reflection, setting his hands on his hips as he swivelled from side to side. "You're being way too stuck-up about this. I think I look pretty good, right?"
His shorts were currently in a pile around his ankles, leaving his waist completely exposed. Instead of underpants, he wore a thick adult diaper that rustled with each movement. The plastic was a pale shade of grey instead of white, with the red tapes serving as a splash of colour for the garment. John's beaming smile didn't fade as he took in the sight, reaching with one hand to pat the diaper's well-padded front.
Beneath John's hand, in place of a wetness indicator, a cartoonish depiction of a troll's face stared out. The face's bushy eyebrows were drawn into an exaggerated furrow to compliment its deep frown, almost a pout. Flecks of red were barely visible in its eyes, and a pair of small horns peeked out from a head of fluffy black hair.
Scratch that. If John came around again, Karkat would just punch his lights out.
"Wow, you sure are mad about this, aren't you?" John asked blithely, giving Karkat's printed face another teasing poke. Karkat's senses filled with the sound of crinkling plastic as he felt John's finger depress almost to the first knuckle into his body. "Sorry Karkat, but once I had the idea it was too good to ignore! And obviously you're the most fun to do these sorts of things with."
Knowing John could somehow understand what he was thinking even though he lacked a mouth, Karkat couldn't find it in him to soften his feelings at all. John had a history of idiotic and nonsensical pranks, but this absolutely took the cake. As if it wasn't bad enough to be made completely inanimate, John had to make him into something as stupid as a diaper, and then wear him too?!
John had the gall to laugh at Karkat's frustration, though he returned his hands to his hips. "Of course I did! I couldn't do this to you and not wear you, are you kidding? You look so cute, and I look cute wearing you." He kept swivelling his hips, humming to himself as he looked in the mirror. "Hey, do you think you make my butt look big?"
Twisting his hips a little further, John peered over his shoulder to see his backside in the mirror. The padding was thick there too, enough that the square shape of the insert was visible despite the diaper conforming to his body's curve. Across his butt was printed Karkat's symbol in the same bright red as the tapes, large enough to be visible even from a good distance.
Christ, he did make John's butt look big.
"Haha, thanks!" John patted his own ass, causing yet more crinkling and internal cursing from Karkat, before he straightened his posture. "Okay, well, enough staring at myself! I've got things to do."
John bent down and forward, grabbing his shorts off the ground and pulling them back up his legs. Karkat was sure they wouldn't fit around John's waist with him in the way, but maybe he was over-estimating his own size; John got them up all the way, and only started to struggle when it came time to button them up.
It was then that John's words finished registering. Things? What else could John have planned?
"Oh, I didn't tell you, right. I only came over here today since your house is on the way to the mall. Dave and I have plans to meet up there, so I have to leave pretty soon to be there on time! Don't worry, I'll lock the door behind me."
Karkat's mind reeled. John was going to go outside while wearing Karkat? Not only that, he was going to meet people they both knew?!
"Relax! It's not like I'm going to moon him or anything!" John talked right over Karkat's panic. "Nobody will even know you're there, once I… get this… button… wow, Karkat, did you have to be this thick?"
Rustle rustle rustle. Karkat was all too aware of how loud he was as John pulled at his pants button, compressing his padding against the inside of John's shorts. Eventually the button fit through its hole, causing John to let out a sigh of relief and leaving Karkat only able to stare at the dark khaki scant millimetres from his face.
Outside the confines of his shorts, John was getting ready to leave the house. Inside, Karkat could only wonder how obvious he might be to a casual observer. He could feel how tightly he was pressed against the seat of John's pants, the pressure shifting and changing with each step John took. Was he being paranoid, or was his padding just as visible even with another layer of clothing in the way?
"Definitely paranoid," John said unhelpfully, giving his backside one last pat. "I'm going to stop talking to you now, okay? That would definitely give you away!"
The front door opened with a click. The pit in Karkat's non-existent stomach grew deeper.
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As it turned out, the only thing worse than being teased for being a diaper was being ignored as one.
Karkat could feel every step John took, could map his actions to the changing press of John's shorts against him. But true to his word, John didn't say a thing to him once he left the house. Karkat could fume and rant and demand all he wanted, but there was nothing he could do to make John actually change his mind.
It was hard to hear anything over the crinkle of plastic that came with every step. He might've been able to tune it out, except that every time he heard another pair of footsteps or the murmur of voices, he became hyper-aware of just how loud he might be.
That worry only grew as the thrum of voices became louder. John stopped for a moment, tapping his foot, and Karkat could only imagine him waiting for the mall's automatic doors to slide open for him. Sure enough, a second later he was moving again, stepping into somewhere filled with voices and footsteps and all manner of people who could quite casually bump right into John from the worst possible angles.
John gave his hip a pat, over Karkat's waistband. It wasn't reassuring.
Wading into the thrum of people, it was only another minute of torment before John raised his voice. "Dave! Hey, over here!" He called out, shifting his weight more onto one foot. Karkat knew John must have been waving, drawing more careless attention as he called out once more for Dave.
John stopped moving then, but Karkat wasn't left in anticipation for long before he heard a second familiar voice. "Hey man, you good? You look kinda distracted, could'a cancelled if this was a bad time."
"Huh? No, I'm fine! Sorry Dave, I just have a lot on my mind. I came here straight from Karkat's house, he always gives you a lot to think about, you know?" John shifted his weight again, and Karkat realised with alarm that he was going in for one of his inane 'bro hugs'. He heard the clap of someone's hand on someone's back as John leaned his hips towards Dave too - felt the front of his body compress slightly more as Dave returned the gesture - heard the louder rustle the disturbance caused from him -
But Dave didn't register the noise at all, pulling away in his own time. "Yeah, I get you. How's he doing, normally Kat's blowing up my phone this time of day."
"Oh, he seemed kind of busy when I left, so maybe that's why?" John covered easily, though Karkat could hear him laugh under his breath at the deception. Karkat just fumed. "He was pretty deep in one of his projects, I wouldn't be surprised if it kept him wrapped up all day."
"His call," Dave agreed easily. A moment later the two were walking, side by side if Karkat was tracking Dave's voice right.
"So what did you want to do today?"
"As much as you wanna do, I guess. I figured we could shoot the shit around here for a while, maybe hit up the arcade, see a movie or something? Then when we get bored we could head back to my place, play some shitty video games and get some take-out for dinner."
Fuck, what?! Karkat had assumed John intended to hang out for an hour or two, but the way Dave was talking about it, this sounded like a goddamn all-day affair.
John put both hands in his back pockets, a smile in his voice as he replied. "That sounds like fun! Hey, maybe we can turn it into a sleepover too, I don't have anywhere to be tomorrow either."
No, absolutely no way. Karkat was going to be turned back before the day ended, if John knew what was good for him. He was still listening, right? Karkat was putting up with enough bullshit as it was, he wasn't going to be stuck like this overnight too!
"Sure, man, whatever you feel like," Dave agreed once more. Karkat felt John's fingers squeeze into his padding, almost able to sense the smugness rolling off of the gesture.
"Great! Then you lead the way. It sounds like we have a lot to get through today."
Something I've gathered, is that almost everyone seems to think they only have a "necessary" number of shoes; however, everyone has a DRASTICALLY different idea of what that is.
For purposes of this post, I'm defining "shoe" as "footwear you'd wear outside the house", and "actually used" as "something you've worn within the past month, and/or that you expect to wear again within a year".
Reblog with how many pairs of shoes you have that are actually used, and what they are.
For me, it's a pair of steel-toed shoes that are what I normally wear when I have to wear shoes; sandals; running shoes; and winter boots. So, four pairs. (Plus there's the old worn-out stuff that I just keep in the closet because I'm allergic to throwing things away if it's still vaguely functional, but that's why I specified "actually used".)
i really liked your soothing solzilla and instant dough fics :3 i have yet to read anything else but i hope you write more stuff like those!!! maybe with farts too :) i must thank you for high quality fetish writing
Thank you for your kind words! Macro isn't something I write often (there's a little more if you count my one or two giga-sized things) but combining it with fat is definitely something I enjoy a lot.
No worries on not having read other things yet - I have stuff I've been putting off reading for years, and I know my backlog is a varied list that isn't all to everyone's tastes.
I hope to have more stuff out in the future to do with it, and I'm sure some gassiness will come into things eventually ;]
Damn it, I really need to make a calendar of character dates so I don't miss things like this in future. Happy birthday to Jake, please take this opportunity to imagine him in a funny and embarrassing TF/WG/ABDL scenario.
I just wanna say I re read Midnight Snack and I love this part: "when did this even happen?” “First and second adult moult.” The implication that he had a "standard" body before and was probably expecting to become taller and stronger after moulting... and instead ended up with giant tits and ass. Just the scene of him waking up from his moult could be a story on its own, its such a idea that takes advantage of this universe and their bug biology :D
Thank you for this ask! It's really flattering to hear people re-read my fic, and even more so to think that they consider those worldbuilding touches I throw in.
That was definitely my implication with that line - I took some inspiration from an old rainbowdiapers story with a similar but different premise.
It would make a good fic, you're right! I don't know if I'd write it for this continuity in particular, just because part of the appeal to me is that it's just abruptly a thing about Karkat that certain other people have to deal with. But I'd definitely love to go back to the concept with other abnormal moults in the future.
Thank you for taking the time to send a message! It really made my day :]
Wow, it's at a three-way tie so far. Normally I expect to end these early when it's clear one option is running away, but, uh, that's definitely not happening so far this time.
So at the moment 'something else' is winning by one vote, which, uh... I don't know what else to do beside what was already on the poll? So if people have ideas, I'll consider them.
Oh wow, that's possibly the funniest option for how this poll ends. (For posterity, I sandbagged my own vote on 'don't do skunktember'.) Look forward to a skunk plushification fic sometime this month, then! I think I have a character in mind for it...
Wow, it's at a three-way tie so far. Normally I expect to end these early when it's clear one option is running away, but, uh, that's definitely not happening so far this time.
So at the moment 'something else' is winning by one vote, which, uh... I don't know what else to do beside what was already on the poll? So if people have ideas, I'll consider them.
Wow, it's at a three-way tie so far. Normally I expect to end these early when it's clear one option is running away, but, uh, that's definitely not happening so far this time.
Homestuck’s got its claws WAY too deep in my psyche for me to leave it, nor do I have any intention of leaving.
I'm glad to hear people are going to still be here with me in it. I can't imagine ever leaving Homestuck fandom, even if other things catch my eye more for a particular moment in time.
I don't want to post too much about it, since I don't have work to share right now and I don't want to talk about drama, but I thought I should at least send a message and say I won't be leaving the Homestuck fandom over the current allegations.
I feel like it's just a known thing at this point that Hussie is a piece of work, but I refuse to let their actions take away a community that's given me so much. I'm going to continue enjoying Homestuck fan-content, making Homestuck fanfiction, and (hopefully eventually) making Homestuck fan-art.
If this is too much for you to stay in the fandom, I understand and hope you're doing well. To those who are staying, I hope to have something to share with you soon, and I hope we can keep being a fun creative space where people can share their enthusiasm and love for the comic.
I'm sticking around forever king if only because you just so happen to align with several of my favorite fandoms and are just as weird as me (also every time I've talked to you in The Server I've thought you were chill asf :] )
(Apologies for the delay, I was at a convention and this message slipped me by) but thank you so much!! It's reassuring to know people are willing to wait, and I promise I will come back to this blog in a serious way soon.
Also thank you for the kind words, I feel kind of awkward sometimes so knowing people like talking to me is very flattering :)
