Your name is VRISKA SERKET and your consciousness is slowly starting to return to you. You distinctly remember partying pretty hard last night to celebrate the 10th sweep anniversary of your WRIGGLING DAY, and by partying hard you of course mean drinking yourself into a stupor alone because your friends had better things to do. The only person who thought your party was worth attending was your best moirail, one KANAYA MARYAM who so graciously held your hair for you when you needed to expel the contents of your feedsac into the load gaper last night. She is nowhere to be found.
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Your head feels all kinds of fuzzy and there's an unusually padded feeling at your bottom. You are not yet entirely aware of your surroundings, since you are still in the process of waking up. 

What will you do? 
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>Vriska: Once awake, sit up and look around at your surroundings. 

Your vision finally returns to your one working eye, and it immediately registers that you're being held in some kind of bizarre wooden cot with BARRED WALLS. Clearly it is a prisonlike structure, but whoever put you here didn't have the foresight to realize that it's kind of REALLY EASY for you to escape. You wonder who your bold, yet tragically inept captor is. 

The room you are in is dark and unfamiliar. In fact, on closer inspection it appears to be some dumb wiggler's room: a cursory glance reveals an assortment of toys, blankets, and plush fauna. There's no denying it-- a capable, awesome FLARPer like you doesn't belong here. 

You should get up and walk out of this lousy excuse for a prison cell.
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>Vriska: : Bah, walk? Hand-vault over the wooden cot and grandly land in poise for conquest! 

You make a heroic leap over your open-ceiling prison of lameness, already well on your way to freedom! You can taste the outside air from here. Soon you will be back to your usual antics of being a FLARP star and further alienating yourself from your friends.
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>But first, scratch your ass. You are a classy lady with an itch! 

Upon landing, you do so before heading out on any further adventure. You do, after all, have this funny feeling about your bottom. 

Wait...
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>What the heck are you wearing? 

Are those diaperstubs you're wearing? Really? What kind of sick *crag* could put you up to this? Who? WHO???????? 

You bet it was Terezi. There's no doubt about it, her stench is written all over this dumb dumb wiggler chamber. Even if the colors match a little too well to be her... you still know it's gotta be her!
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>Vriska: RUNNNNNNNN! 

No way, you can't do that! Only cowards like Tavros will run in a situation like thi-- Oops! Haha, nevermind. Plus, all that crinkling would draw too much attention to your escape. Not that you're overly worried about your captor apprehending you, clearly they didn't even have the sense to bind you. 

You sneak down the hallway like a marmot, and you think you hear footsteps coming your way.
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>Terezi: Reveal yourself. 

Okay, since you asked. Terezi can't answer the prompt right now as she has nothing to do with your current situation, she is busy in the tub with her friend Rainbow Kush and will be spending the next few hours licking every object in her hive. 

You wouldn't know that, of course.
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>Vriska: Move towards footsteps with your dice ready.

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>Vriska: Remember that you've just woken up and you really need to take a leak, fast. 

As you get ready to launch your attack, your body decides to conveniently remind you that yes, you really did drink a whole lot of sopor beer before you passed out last night and it needs to get rid of it somehow. 

A rather urgent reminder, if very badly timed. The load gaper may be just across from you, but your captor could be rounding the corner any second now!
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You are now faced with a dilemma: Duck into the bathroom for an impromptu potty break and risk getting caught with your pants down to be imprisoned again in a most vulnerable and embarrassing state, or stay where you are and bring down this pathetic excuse for a villain first, despite your bladder's complaining. 

You always have to make such tough decisions!
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>Get your ass to the load gaper, pronto! 

You spring for the door adjacent from you, throwing it open for your inevitable sweet relea...s... 

...Oh. *crag*. This isn't a bathroom at all.
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You slam the door behind you, and the footsteps get ever-louder as your captor's shadow looms just around the corner.
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It's now or never! Your stupid bladder can wait. You spring into action, charging at your opponent ferociously!
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You make a harsh collision with your captor, only to realize that's not your captor at all. 

It's Kanaya! How did she get here? Oh shit oh shit oh shit...
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>Vriska: Whatever you do, DON'T pee yourself in front of Kanaya. 

You fail miserably. The impact from the collision has caused you to lose momentary control of your bladder, and that was all it took for your body to expel all of last night's beer. You suddenly find yourself thankful for the diaperstubs on your person, otherwise you'd have an even bigger mess to deal with. This has got to be one of the most humiliating moments in your life so far, but at least it's Kanaya and not your worst nemesis, right? 

Yeah, you've totally got this. 

You're a big girl. You can handle it. Kanaya isn't going to find out and she doesn't nuh-nuh-need t-to-- 

AG: W-W8tch where y8u're g8ing, F8ssyf8ngs!!!!!!!! Y8u need to 8e more caaaaaaaareful! ::::(
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GA: Um 
GA: Are You Okay
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>Kanaya: Comfort the poor thing. It isn't her fault, these things just happen. 

You kneel down, hoping to bring reassurance to your charge, although you have no intentions of letting her get off scot-free for her roughhousing. Someone could have been seriously hurt! 

GA: Itll Be Alright 
GA: I Knew This Would Happen So I Made Sure You Were Prepared 
GA: I Wont Tell Anyone 
AG: ::::( 
AG: H8y w8....... 
AG: Wh8t do you mean prep8r8d???????? 
GA: You Really Shouldnt Be Running Around So Recklessly Like That 
AG: Kanaya???????? 
GA: Maybe I Should Put You In Time Out 
GA: Or Perhaps Something Else 
AG: Uhhhhhhhh........ 

What are you going to do about this precocious little scamp? She's such a handful sometimes.
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>Vriska: Stand up and hope Kanaya notices you aren't a grub.

AG: T8me out, Kanaya? Really? Reeeeeeeeally???????? 
AG: I know you can do 8etter than th8t! 
GA: Vriska 
GA: You Just Pissed Yourself And Youre Telling Me What To Do 
GA: You Cant Be Serious
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AG: Yeah!!!!!!!! You're doing this weird lusus roleplay, right? Don't be afr8d to kick my ass a little :::;) 
AG: You know, t8ll me what a 8ad gru8 I am! 
AG: M8ybe even g8ve me a sp8nking! 
AG: Right now I could really use a ch8nge........ ::::( 
AG: 8ut you should know I have a lot to teach you a8out domin8tion! 
AG: Here, lemme give you a few p8nters to st8rt! 
AG: First--
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GA: Will You Shut Up
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There. Maybe now you can change the poor thing in peace and quiet... until you give her that spanking she suggested. And here you were just going to make her stand in the corner and think about what she did!
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You lay your charge down on the floor and proceed with your motherly duties, wondering why you agreed to roleplay this scenario with her in the first place. Oh, right. It's because you pity her like no other and would do anything for her, no matter how depraved. As long as she's happy, you're happy, right? And for what it's worth you like it, except for the part where you have to deal with the wet diaperstubs. It's a small sacrifice in the name of pity.
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...Oh, no. Not Miss Blabberfangs again. 

AG: Yeah!!!!!!!! The pacifier is a gr8 start! Now you just gotta sp8nk my 8ottom, you know, 'cause I'm such a d8rty gru8!!!!!!!! 
GA: Can I Hold You Afterwards 
AG: Yeah, sure. But sp8nk me first!!!!!!!!
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AG: Tell me I'm a 8ad girl!!!!!!!! 
GA: You Are Very Bad 
AG: Oh noooooooo! How 8ad???????? 
GA: Incredibly 
GA: I Am Personally Offended To Have You In My Lap Right Now 
AG: Yeah!!!!!!!!
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>Kanaya: Spank Vriska for being a naughty wiggler. 

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>Vriska: Suddenly realize that you need to void your bowels. 

You call for the scene to pause before Kanaya can give you a new diaper, as you feel a rather distasteful case of the whiskey shits coming on. You quickly abscond into the bathroom with your preferred reading material, GALLIVANTING ILLUSTRATED. 

Look, some things you just have to 8r8k immersion for. This is one of them. 
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>Kanaya: Resume scene. 

Personal breaks notwithstanding, you and Vriska return to the nursery for some quality lusus-grub bonding time together. You settle in your favorite chair and cradle her in your arms, looking fondly upon her as she makes half-hearted struggles to get away. It's so heartwarming the way she looks up at you so pleadingly, silently begging to get back to the sadism she sampled from you earlier. 

Oh, no, not right now. You have far worse ideas in mind for this little wiggler. Ideas involving LOVE. And CARESSING. And-- Mother Grub help you, this is absurdly vulgar-- AFFECTION. 

What are you going to do with this precious little grub in your arms?
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>Kanaya: Fetch a two wheeled device pump. 

You have no idea why you took that out out your sylladex. Why do you even have such a pump in the first place? You don't even own a two-wheeled device. 

Oh, that's right! You were helping Gamzee inflate his bouncy castle the other day. That was, as they say, pretty *crag*in' fly. 

Momentarily sidetracked by this silly non sequitur, you re-captchalogue it and get back to the matter at hand: Smothering your poor, innocent wiggler in scandalous affection.
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>Kanaya: Begin breastfeeding. 

You are gripped with a bizarre, unnatural urge. Perhaps you're roleplaying a mammalian lusus, or maybe you've been gawking at humans too long. You are rightly ashamed of what you're about to do, and you're not even sure why you want to do it in the first place. 

But you do it anyway, despite the muffled noises of confusion when you push Vriska's head down to chest-level.
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>Vriska: Boggle vacantly at these shenanigans. 

...Well, you can't say you expected THAT. You wonder what Kanaya's up to, and what she expects you to do with her vestigial fat sacs jutting so impudently in your face. 

Whatever it is, it's making you blush furiously.
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>Vriska: Take a moment to be indignant about how much bigger they are than yours. 

Man, some girls just have all the luck when it comes to certain things. Even if they're vestigial, you're still a little bit jealous of their sheer... voluptuousness.
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Naturally, you're already planning to show her exactly what you think of them. 

Ex-act-ly.
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>Vriska: Take this advantage to be a naughty wiggler and nibble on the vestigial fat sacs. 

Well, more like suckle them ravenously. You do love your roleplayed surrogate not-a-hungry-spider lusus, after all, and she wouldn't like it if you bit her there! 

She seems caught by surprise. What was she expecting you to do?
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>YOU LACTATE FOR YOUR GRUB. 
>YOU LACTATE FOR YOUR GRUB THIS INSTANT. 

Your vestigial fat sacs secrete an unusual, jade-colored slime, which your grub seems to have taken a liking to. It looks almost like sopor slime, and you can't deny that it looks like it's having some serious calming effects on Vriska. 

You've only noticed this because she's stopped squeezing the shit out of your other fat sac, as that was seriously starting to hurt. That arm's mechanical, jeez!
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She's a lot easier to manage now, and even though she's taken her mouth off of you she's actually not talking or demanding you beat her for once. You can't help but enjoy this rare peaceful moment. 

In fact, you can't help but consider...
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>Kanaya: As this depravity goes on, think of all the cute outfits you could make Vriska wear. 

How wondrous this opportunity is! With your grub all calmed down from the sopor milk, she's gotta be more compliant now, which means you can almost definitely convince her to try on some really cute outfits. You changed her diaper, so why not change her clothes as well? 

There are so many to choose from! Which one are you going to have her try first?
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>Kanaya: Dress her in the pink outfit

Although there are many stylish and adorable outfits to choose from, you simply can't pull your eyes away from that precious little pink ensemble. Your grub will look so cute in this!
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GA: What Do You Think Of This Roseate Outfit Vriska 
GA: You Would Look Rather Fetching In It 
AG: Uhhhhhhhh........ 
AG: Safeword? 
AG: S8FEWORD!!!!!!!! 
GA: Vriska It Is Just An Outfit 
AG: 8ut it's pink! 
AG: I mean if it were 8lue that would 8e another thing entirely! I'd 8e okay with that! S8FEWORD!!!!!!!! 
GA: Vriska 
GA: You Were The One Who Asked Me To 
GA: What Was It 
GA: 'Humili8' You 
AG: S8FEWORD!!!!!!!! 
GA: This Is Not An Appropriate Situation To Use A Safeword 
GA: And Besides
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GA: There Is No Safeword In Fashion
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>Kanaya: Now that your little grub is dressed, take her out to play. 

Oh, dear. It looks like the poor thing is spontaneously and conveniently sick with some unknown and unheard of ailment and that she's, like, gonna puke all over this pink outfit any minute!!!!!!!! You should take it off her before it's ruined! 

Like any good mother, you know just the cure.
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>Kanaya: Silly you, you forgot to give her a cute ribbon on her horn! 

But of course! Now you're ready to take your grub out for some cleansing fresh air at the nearby park. This will make her feel better!
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Further down the path, displaced royalty stands proudly, having flagrantly ignored park rules to test out his brand new knockoff firearm he got from Troll Wal-Mart. He seems quite taken with his work and doesn't notice the oversized pram coming up behind him. 
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>Eridan: Boggle vacantly at these shenanigans. 

Your disturbing of the wildlife is temporarily suspended when the distracting creaking of oversized wheels draws your attention. 

Wait...
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You're not even sure what you're looking at.
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You're REALLY not sure what you're looking at.
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CA: vvris 
CA: wwhat the *crag* are you wwearing 
CA: did your lusus dress you today or something 
CA: i dont evven think your lusus hates you that much 
CA: i didnt know they evven made diaperstubs that big 
CA: or that you wwore them 
CA: are they comfortable
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>Eridan: Hit on Vriska. 

CA: hey vvris i just wwanted to let you know 
CA: you look vvery *crag*able in those diaperstubs 
CA: wwanna do somethin tonight
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GA: Excuse Me 
CA: look sometimes a guy wwants to *crag* a landdwwellin girl in a diaperstub wwhile pretendin she's a wwiggler and tellin her howw filthy and disgustin she is 
CA: is that so wwrong
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GA: Yes 
GA: Yes It Is
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CA: okay 
CA: uhhh kan 
CA: can you *crag*in put me dowwn already