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That's pretty cool. I usually don't watch Speedruns except rare examples. Mostly because I love RPG's and those aren't very fun to watch ran.
So unless it's a rare case where I absolutely love a platformer or adventure game I usually don't watch them. So like Kirby's Epic Yarn, Mega Man 5 and Zelda the Minish Cap are the only runs I've watched recently

That sounds fun. I'm relaxing and playing some Dragon Quest right now

Alright, just letting you know. What are you up to?

I'm good. Sorry it's been a but since I've responded. I started back D&D Diaper campaign so I've fallen behind on responding to a few RP's

I remained as still as I could be as you put the shirt on me. The pink tee had whistle ruffles on the ends of the sleeves and on the bottom of the shirt. It also had a red heart in the middle of it on it and on the inside of it, in white, it said Momma’s girl on it. I was content, as I started to suckle on your breast, relaxing myself in my sickened state as warm, delicious milk flows down my throat, even though some of the milk dribbled down from the side of my mouth. After a few minutes, I was burped by you, as I was finished on the one side. Then I heard Abbi open the door, confused I turned around and saw... THEM. Even though it was a glimpse, I did see their clothes, but that wasn’t enough to stop me. “N-NOO! D-DON’T LET THEM TAKE ME BACK MOMMA! I D-DON’T W-WANT TO GO BACK TO THEM!” I shrieked as I latched onto you tightly, burying my head in between you head and shoulder, shaking like a leaf and crying hard. “T-TAKE THEM AWAY-Y-Y... I DON’T WANT TO SEE THEM EVER AGAIN!” I cry into your shoulder, with their sounds being muffled by your shoulder.

hello !

“B-B-Both pwease.” I asked cutely as I coughed a bit afterwards, still felling sick. I sat still as you unhooked me from the changing table, as I then sat up and spread my arms out wide, signaling that I wanted to get picked up. And knowing my bib sisshy was also nearby, I giggled and cutely said “Uppies Momma! Me wants Uppies!” as I did so. I then need to get something off my chest,as I looked up at you with a hurt look as asked, “Momma, how much mess could this diaper hold, cause when I got sick like this before, I went through all of the nighttime pull-ups my mean parents used to get me in a day and a half, and they barely even bothered to change me and usually made me sit in my mess for an hour or more until the smell got so bad that they had to change me! They’d call me disgusting for something I had no control over, *sniffles* a-and the r-rash that was caused was very painful and t-they called me a-a freak and a d-d-disg-grace and they would usually s-s-spank my rash covered behind with e-either a b-belt or t-t-the paddle for reasons l-like ‘I was dirtying their couch’ or ‘wasting their time with cleaning me up’. It hurt so, so, so much. They never cared for me, and never will.” At this point I was on the verge of tears from recalling to hated memories. I wanted to get rid of them and I thought the best solution would be telling you.

Awesome <3 *snuggles up with*

*smiling once diapered and in my sleeper i blush at the stinklines. My tummy then growls a bit*

Averyyyyyyyyyyyyy I hope you're doing well still and that classes are going well for you so far.