I WILL NOT EVER TELL MY LOCATION. I am not looking for a mommy or a mistress or anything!! I will never tell my irl name due to PRIVACY and I DO NOT WANT TO BE DOXXED
A collab I did with DrDaddy19, reposted for your Halloween enjoyment.
To the adoring viewers, she was the legendary Kamiya254, a strategy-minded master of simulation, role-playing, and puzzle games. In reality, she was Steff, a dean’s list college student and star track athlete. And Steff was bored.
She had conquered all the popular titles, besting many of her rival streamers - and never letting them forget it. But wanted a new challenge, and so she asked her followers for a suggestion - something deep and immersive, something she'd never seen before. And luckily, one of them had just the pick.
From the moment she started Doctor D's Infinite Playground, Steff was impressed by the colorful aesthetic and creative level designs. The puzzles were wacky, the world was full of rich detail, and the play was simple and addictive. There was just one problem - her character sucked.
Steff was baffled. How was she supposed to navigate through the world and solve puzzles with a character that couldn't even walk, or talk to the NPCs? Did she really have to crawl through every level? So she asked her follower for help - the same one who suggested the game - and he delivered.
It all came down, he pointed out, to a hidden menu for character customization, and Steff was stunned when she saw how easy it looked. There was no request for payment, no gold or gems or progress required. All it took was a simple press of an "Upgrade" button with a large red "WARNING!" underneath it.
It seemed too good to be true. And sure enough, when she pressed it, the girl felt an electric shock.
"Well, this is new," she remarked, trying to shake off the odd sensation. Somehow, though, it only made the game seem more intriguing, and if that was all she had to pay to upgrade, it seemed like a great deal. And so, Steff brushed off her dull headache as the result of too much playing, and pressed on with her powered-up character, easing through the next few levels as she was finally able to move around comfortably and gather information from the other characters.
That night, she bought herself a stuffed animal. She didn't know why - it just felt right.
Steff was completely hooked. She kept upgrading, zooming through levels as her character gained ability after ability, learning to jump, drive, swim, and even sneak around undetected in the game world. All the while, her pile of stuffies grew, and her bedroom transformed from a simple gaming den to a pink and pastel wonderland.
Of course, as she was quickly becoming incapable of realizing, the boosts in her character’s abilities and intelligence were coming at the cost of her own. As she went deeper and deeper into the game, she started to falter at those track meets she once dominated, finishing 4th, then 10th, then last. Her grades, once top of her class, began to plummet. And her commentary, once full of powerful strategic insight, turned to clueless, childish babble - something her viewers seemed to enjoy tremendously.
By the time she reached Level 38, Steff had to drop out of school altogether, unable to keep up with what her professors were saying. She chalked it up to the time she spent playing, but it didn't matter to her anyway - she had always dreamed of being a full-time streamer, and her follower count was booming.
By level 63, though, the girl was even struggling with getting her console set up. Luckily, a follower volunteered to come over and help her- the same one who told her about the character upgrade hack, the very same one who suggested she buy the game in the first place. The old Steff would never be so naive as to invite over a complete stranger like that, but she had fallen far from the old Steff.
Her character’s stats and skills were through the roof, but the game’s puzzles were giving her headaches. Even when her chat seemed to insist they were simple challenges that small children could solve, Steff found herself baffled, and if any numbers were involved she would simply give up. Pumping more stats into her character seemed to be her only option, but she swore off the upgrade button after her regular electric shock on level 81 caused her to wet herself suddenly, leaking through her pants in front of all her viewers (who seemed to eat it up).
Her new friend, though, was more than happy to help, guiding “Steffie,” as he called her, along through the play, reading and explaining text on screen to her, and always checking to make sure she remembered to go potty while streaming. And when he noticed that she kept trying to play one-handed because of a thumb-sucking habit she developed, he was even nice enough to find a pacifier for her to use. She started calling him Daddy, and he seemed to enjoy that.
And then, she reached level 96. Even with a character capable of flying, punching through walls, and reading minds, it seemed she had no way of breaking through. Frustrated, Steffie banged her fists against her bed, bawling as her chat gawked at her tantrum. But as her daddy pointed out, it seemed the only way forward would be to max out her character completely.
And so, Steffie went to the hidden menu, and clicked the “Upgrade” button one last time.
In an instant, everything went blank. The girl spent several minutes sitting on her bed in a stupor, sucking rhythmically on her pacifier as the last remnants of her intelligence were sapped away into the game. When it was done, she collapsed onto the bed in a heap, toppling over her tall can of iced tea in the process. Two puddles immediately formed - one around the can, that had spilled onto the carpet below, and the other around the bottom of Steffie’s short blue dress, as her new lack of potty control made itself readily apparent to her viewers.
She would keep playing after that - sort of. Her daddy worked through the levels for her, while Steffie just sat and watched, oohing and aahing at the flashing colors. By then, she was nothing more than an oversized infant - she had forgotten how to read, how to count, how to walk and how to talk. She would often giggle as she mindlessly filled her diapers on stream, bouncing and squishing on the bed while her daddy finished each new level.
But her character? Her character was unstoppable.
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Image Credit: LittleforBig (IG)
Model: Mercurial Mouse
This picture has been modified from its original version
I LOVE PAMPERS
I NEED PAMPERS
PAMPERS FOREVER
I WILL NEVER GET OUT OF PAMPERS
PAMPERS IS MY ONLY UNDERWEAR
THICK PAMPERS ONLY
I LOVE THEM SO THICK
CRINKLES MAKE ME MELT
I NEED MORE PADDING
MORE THICKNESS
MORE BULK
MORE DIAPERS
I BELONG IN PAMPERS
PAMPERS ARE MY COMFORT
PAMPERS ARE MY SAFE PLACE
I NEED THAT PUFFY FEELING
I LOVE THE CRINKLY SOUND
I LOVE FEELING SO PADDED
PAMPERS ARE PART OF ME
DIAPERED 24/7/365
ALWAYS PUFFY
ALWAYS THICK
ALWAYS CRINKLY
I WANT TO STAY BABIED FOREVER
MY PAMPERS OWN ME
PAMPERS ARE MY LIFE
PAMPERS ARE MY IDENTITY
THICKNESS IS HAPPINESS
I NEED THAT BIG BABY FEELING
MORE PAMPERS MORE COMFORT
I LOVE FEELING SO SMALL
BIG THICK PAMPERS ONLY
CRINKLY BABY ENERGY
I LOVE BEING SO PAMPERED
PAMPERS MAKE MY BRAIN GO SOFT
JUST A DIAPER BABY
FOREVER IN PAMPERS
I NEED THE BULGE
I NEED THE WADDLE
I LOVE MY THICK BABY DIAPERS
PAMPERS ALL DAY
PAMPERS ALL NIGHT
SOFT THICK PUFFY PERFECT
CRINKLE CRINKLE CRINKLE
I NEVER WANT NORMAL UNDERWEAR AGAIN
DIAPERS ARE BETTER
PAMPERS ARE HOME
I LOVE LOOKING SO THICK
I LOVE FEELING SO FULLY PAMPERED
NOTHING FEELS BETTER THAN PAMPERS
THE THICKER THE BETTER
BABY MODE FOREVER
JUST KEEP ME IN PAMPERS
CRINKLY HEAVEN
PAMPERS ARE MY FAVORITE FEELING
MY BRAIN IS FULL OF PAMPERS
I LOVE THIS SO MUCH
SO THICK
SO SOFT
SO PUFFY
SO CRINKLY
PAMPERS FOREVER AND EVER
Waking up to a picture of this beautiful sight from one of my distant baby made today like I’m waking up in a wonderland full of beautiful flowers where I can wish for anything and it’ll instantly come true.
Decided to post here which makes sense because whenever this image gets reblogged or interacted to I’ll receive a notification that’ll drive me back here. It’s more like an archive and a reminder that a mommy can also be loved and appreciated by her little 🚼🫠💖👩🍼
More and more. You were seeing them each and every day.
Your pony friends. Your bestest buddies. You loved them and they loved you.
You always watched their show! Whenever your daddy popped in the dvds, you’d watch each episode with intent and always paid attention to the lessons they taught you.
They helped you lots and lots. They were always there for you. You could depend on them. Your super safe and secure support group. They always knew what was best for you.
So of course, it came as no surprise, when they recommended that you give up potty training and just use your diapers. You did just that !
You were a good girl after all. And good girls listen and obey.
“Okay, applejack. I’ll be a good girl and give up my potty training….I’m a good girl!” -you said as you sat up. Walking up to the screen and Talking to Applejack through the tv.
You went through your drawers. Through your closet. Your whole room. Scouring for your undies. Your panties.
Your tossed those undies right in the trash. Where they belong. Where they usually ended up anyways. You had a habit of wetting them anyways….
The next day, you found that your daddy had filled your drawer with pretty pink padded pony princess pampers. So soft and safe. printed with your pink pony friends too. Your pony pals were basically everywhere in your life.
You were ecstatic…
And that morning too , your daddy said that he had a special dvd for padded pamper pony princesses like yourself !
Your daddy taped on your pampers, got your baba and teddy and brought you to the tv room while holding your hand. And you fell down in front of the tv with a soft squish. Suckling your baba before the dvd movie even started.
Your brain began to buzz and hum soft funny fuzzy feelings as you saw the colors start on the screen.
“What am I going to learn this time ?” -you wondered to yourself.
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