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Hey! I started writing a little thing based on the prompt! Any thoughts?

The Omni-Daemonicon, a name that strikes fear, and envy into even the most skilled of demonologists. A book that, true to its name, lists almost every infernal thing to ever exist, in the depths of Hell. It covered broader topics, such as the big man in the ice pits himself, as well as even the seeming most obscure of demons, such as Malvelelk, the imp who bites the souls of the mildly inconvenienced damned every three weeks. How it fell into the hands of an unwitting college student is beyond what many of those after the book’s reasoning.
I: Infernal Machinations, Maternal Instincts
Jake was, by all means, far from the average college student. He had an unusually feminine body, and long black hair. He wasn’t quite fat, or even particularly overweight, his laziness simply made him out of shape. He was young, and gifted, but struggled with the most basic of things, a curse he often battled against, and lost to. He was socially awkward, and it easily took him several minutes to understand the words on a single page of a picture book, but he was extremely well-written, he struggled with addition and subtraction, but was an abstract geometry and algebra whiz. He was well aware of his massive, gaping flaws, and, as such, became even more nervous about how people would interpret them. In his shy nature, he was always afraid of people being annoyed by, or burdened by him, and, ever the pessimistic lad, believed that this alone, combined with his laziness, and lack of good deeds, would send him down to the fiery pits of Hell. However, instead of simply living a life of better deeds, he had determined making a deal with a devil, and selling off his worthless soul, would be easier.
“Ii’h, Ii’ah, Dominus Momcubyss,” He repeatedly chanted, standing in front of a pentagram made out of talcum powder. The demon he had decided to summon was… an odd one, to say the least. Truthfully, he didn’t really bother reading her section, more words he didn’t want to have to take in. All he did was follow the handy visual guide on how to summon her, after looking up “Demons that can spare you from Hell” on an online search engine, and finding her section in the book. He didn’t expect anything to happen, only to have his superstitions denied by reality, causing at least some relief. Maybe Hell wouldn’t be real. However, this was not the case.
The powder became pink, and a lavender scent filled the room, as the powder went airborne, and swirled around in a cylindrical column. In the center of that column, he could see something forming, a shadow amids the cyclone of powder, growing, and morphing into something that he was… well… not expecting, to say the least. Once the dust had finally settled, he saw, finally, the form of the demon he summoned. She stood at least nine feet tall, towering over him easily. She was large in another respect, however, not really fat, but certainly wider than most actual people he had run into. Her cleavage was large, though, mostly in proportion to the rest of her body, only slightly sticking out as a feature. Her eyes were a pure, milky white, with slightly offwhite pupils, surrounded by an aura of darkness. Her skin was a bright red, with her long, smooth, and flowing hair, colored a deeper, far darker red, moved with the flow of the ritual’s wind, behind her body. Four things protruded from her hair, a pair of long, ebony horns, and her pointed, red ears. But the thing that was most off-putting about her, was how pleasant she looked. She had a disarming, warm smile, wore a simple, modest, albeit tight purple shirt, made of very breathable material, and a similarly tight pair of denim shorts, showing her thighs, and hooves where her feet should have been. Her tail flicked out behind her, looking over him almost as much as those damned, watchful eyes.
“Well, this is a surprise,” She said, strutting over to him, placing her hand on his chin, and looking him over, “I haven’t been summoned in all of eternity, if anything, my ritual is more of a joke, yet here I am, and here you are… So, tell me? What’s a cutie like you doing, summoning a big, bad demoness like me?”
“Well…” He said, blushing as she confidently handled him, without him giving any indication of allowing her to do so, “I’m here to offer up my soul… The internet tells me you have ways of keeping me from all of that… painful torture.”
“Oh, I see,” She said, grinning, and taking her hand off of his chin, and placing it, along with her other hand, on her hips, “Well, I can offer that to you, easily. You see, my domain in hell has been a bit too vacant for a while… I’d love some more company. So, I’ll make you a deal, I’ll rent out your soul for a century or two, and that can be used as a sentence served in Hell proper.”
She held out her hand, forging a scroll of parchment out of embers that she summoned forth, as well as a quill. She handed it to him.
“W-Wait, this is happening a bit fast,” He said, still accepting the scroll and quill, “I-I don’t even know what your domain is like, a-and I can’t read too well.”
“Well, if that isn’t perfect!” She squealed, “I’ll give you the gist, I run a place in Hell with an… alternative form of torture. You see, I don’t feed off of pain, and suffering as most demons do. I feed on humiliation, the energy in Hell released by mortal embarrassment. It’s an odd defect, and I believe I am the only one. As such, your pain will be… minimal.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” He said, already looking for where to sign, “What do you mean by humiliation?”
“You ask too many questions,” She scoffed, giggling a bit, “I’d like to hurry this up. So, do you want to skip out on all of that icky, gross, fire, pain, and brimstone?”
“I-I uhmm,” He stammered.
“Going once,” Momcubyss raised her index finger, “Going twi-”
“Okay, fine, I’ll sign!” He nervously said, rushing to run the quill across the line at the bottom, signing his name. He noticed, as he used the quill, that the “ink” was red, and the finger he had used to write it felt as if it had been pricked by a needle. He had signed in his blood, a contract that sealed his fate.
“Ohhh, I’m so glad you signed, sweetie!” She said, smiling, and placing her hands underneath his armpits, picking him up, “You’re going to look adorable in diapers!”
“Wait,” He said, his face going pale, as she lifted him up, “What!?”

I'm a little sick, but getting better.

Alright, it's been made! https://diaperedanime.com/forum/show...61#post4001961

Alright, sent a friend request! Can't wait to get started! Mine is Perdente#1053

I don't know if I'd like her being diapered, if that's OK with you, sorry? Also, would you happen to have discord? For some reason your page has a problem where it, like, loads really slowly on my computer for some reason. Other than that, anything else you'd like to discuss?

The humiliation would go very, very far, like to a comical extent, he has no rights. The Momcubyss doesn't torture while humiliating, or humiliate in addition to babying, she uses babying and humiliation as forms of torture in-and-of themselves.
Second, I don't especially want it to be sexual, but if you'd like it to be, I'd be willing to have it be sexual.

Alright, feel free to ask them! And, just to clarify, you're willing to be the Momcubyss, right?

For now, I will put that idea on the hold up. I will tell if I change my mind

Yeah, sorry. It's just too less exciting to keep it