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MDNI! ABDL, Call me Neo ᵒʳ ᴹᵃʸᵃ, 26, He/She/Pup, Married, NSFW 18+ only! MINORS DNI Writer and Musician, Pusher of buttons.
SC but also like NC i'm like at the border
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Alright the big boss is here today, no more music 🥲
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Thank you Kellin Quinn 🙏
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Screw it, thread of songs im listening too today at work while hiding from my actual work stuff haha
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Real shit, its liked warped tour all over again
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Aw hell yeah
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That was written on company time x3
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Unroll
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Your diaper sagged almost to your thighs now, heavy and warm and horrifying. You looked down at the mess you’d made of yourself,and just then, your phone chimed again. One message. “Good girl.”
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Gasps erupted. Laughter. Cameras came out. You felt every click and shutter, every pointed finger. Someone yelled “Oh my god she just pooped herself” You could hear the unmistakable snap of photos, the video recording pings.
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You whimpered through your teeth as it filled with a slow, sticky SPLORCHHHHH, the back rounding out, drooping heavily. The seat of it bulged grotesquely, sagging lower with every second, lumping out as your insides emptied into your padding.
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You buckled your knees. The tension knotted your belly. You clenched your fists, gritted your teeth, and pushed. Your body tensed hard. And then... pffRRRRRTTBLORT, the mess surged out, thick and warm, mushing against your skin as it ballooned into the back of your diaper.
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Like the quiet before the storm. You took a shaky breath, grabbed the hem of your skirt, and slowly lifted it, letting the hem rise past your hips. There it was. Your diaper. Poofy, white, thickly bulged between your thighs, plastic softly rustling with your every movement.
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The reply came almost instantly: “Babies don’t think. Babies stink. Use. Your. Diaper.” You let out a sharp huff through your nose. Your heart thumped fast, face was hot. You looked around. Nobody was paying attention... yet. But that made it worse somehow.
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You blinked. Your cheeks burned instantly. You were in public, mid-day, surrounded by people! A crowded pedestrian square, noise and traffic. You typed fast, thumbs fluttering. “I can’t. I’m out! I’m not at home!”
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Such a good Boar 🥰 make sure to breathe in deep and slow.
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CHEW TOY
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But can it run Doom?
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Humping harder, not stopping until I'm shaking, twitching, spurting messily into the padding with your nose buried deep, held there tight, made to take it all. Using you for my pleasure uwu
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aww thank you so much ;w;
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yeah goodnites tend to give me wood mornings
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Krib, I am shocked and appalled, my diaper completely exploded when I blasted a full pressure showerhead directly into it. I mean, what kind of shoddy diaper engineering can’t handle that?!?! Is this a defect?! What are you going to do about it?!?!?!? Diapers are way more durable in furry art, ugh!
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You’re fed. You’re full. And as you nurse with desperate, mindless hunger, a single truth settles over you like a blanket: this is all you’ll ever be, and all you'll ever want.
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You suckle harder this time, moaning faintly as more milk floods your tongue. You don’t think anymore. You don’t question the weight between your legs, or the mess seeping in your diaper.
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You don’t stop suckling. The taste on your tongue, the warmth of the milk, it drowns the shame in comfort. The full diaper sags under you, squelching if you shift even slightly. You whimper, unlatch, only to lunge for the next nipple, lips wet, mouth hungry.