A Day in The Life of a Furry YouTuber
You don’t even remember when it happened, but you do remember you woke up one day to find you had a rabid massive online following. The details are a little blurry but you do remember that suddenly everyone was talking about your diaper fetish, your inflation fetish, your pooltoy fetish, and so on. Your inbox was flooded with it.
You figured that eventually it would calm down and go away, and your career as a furry YouTuber would go on as normal. But that isn’t what happened. You had thousands of followers who had appeared out of nowhere, demanding pictures of you in diapers or in latex. What’s more, it seems that you had posted many pics of yourself like that already. You didn’t remember ever posting them, or even taking them, but there they were. It was as if reality had suddenly changed overnight, but nobody you talked to seemed to notice anything was different.
At some point you caved in and decided to post a picture of yourself in diapers. You had some lying around your house – more than you remembered having. You weren’t even sure you remembered having any at the time. Your new followers happily ate it up. They left humiliating comments. “Haha, look at the diaper boy.” “Hey diaperboi, been eating those pizzas?” They demanded more. It was if they saw you as a spectacle, or a toy. You felt humiliated. It felt good, in a way. You were into humiliation. Usually not humiliation this extreme, but you were slowly adjusting.
It was four days in when you noticed something else had changed. You were making money. A lot of money. But you had people telling you they were unsubscribing from your various subscription services because you weren’t posting enough pictures of yourself. “Pics or I stop paying your rent. Also, you deserve this. Make more videos baby.” “New status on how that diaper is coming along or else!” You felt so disorientated by the sudden change in your life that you decided to temporarily go along with it while you worked out what was going on.
Things quickly got out of hand. You found yourself pumping out one YouTube video a day, egged on by your fans. You posted at least three pics of yourself in some sort of kinky attire per day. The humiliating comments keep rolling in, as did the money. "Let me send you another pizza, diaper boy. You're looking a bit thin." "God you're so disgusting. I love you." You told yourself that once you had enough money, you would buy yourself a proper house, and put an end to this whole mess. But even with the amount of money you were currently earning, that would still take a while. The endless humiliation was taking its toll. You found yourself enjoying your situation, even masturbating to it sometimes. You felt like a toy being embarrassed for the enjoyment of thousands of fans. Just that thought alone made you rock-hard. Your shape was kept fairly rotund by the steady stream of incoming pizzas that seemed to have somehow replaced all your meals.
One of the few things keeping you sane was your friends. Sure, they didn’t see anything wrong with what was going on, but apart from that, they were still normal and chatted with you regularly. But then one day you had to send out a Tweet you thought you never would send out: “I met up with someone I thought was a friend, but they actually locked me in a tailor-made chastity device and ran off before contacting me online. They say I have a video quota if I want the key? It's made out of some really hard metal.” The only replies are mockery and humiliation. Later that day you got a text message from your “friend” with a picture of a key beside a hydraulic press, and a piece of paper that says tomorrow's date and the word “Top 10 ABDL diapers video on YouTube or else.” You panic for a few seconds and quickly decide to oblige.
Your former friend was now blackmailing you, keeping you in check and making sure you were pumping out all the humiliating content your fans wanted from you. Things only got worse from
there. At one point he began demanding you to commission art of your fursona in various kinky scenarios, often involving diapers, latex, transformation, hypnosis, and inflation. You posted all of the pieces to Twitter, and your followers loved them and demanded more. You secretly loved the pieces, and in ordinary stances you would’ve gotten good use out of them if your cock wasn’t caged up in chastity. You just felt yourself getting hornier and hornier. You felt yourself getting bigger too, as your diet consisted mostly of pizza at this point. Your situation seemed inescapable but you almost didn’t care. You tried to deny it but you knew you were beginning to love your new life. You were just a toy for other people to play with and humiliate. You loved the feeling of being helpless and humiliated with no end to your constantly growing arousal or growing follower count.
Eventually your blackmailer texts you a proposal. He promises you to get you a new place, where you won’t have to worry about posting pics of yourself or making new videos. The phrasing is vague, but you jump at the chance. What little remaining fragments of your sanity are left jump at a chance to return to normality, to escape your hellish humiliating existence. But you should have known better. It wasn’t just any house – it was a house where you would be living with several of your “superfans”, as your blackmailer called them. You had no access to technology and you weren’t allowed to leave the house. As soon as you walk into the door of the house, you’re grabbed by the other inhabitants. Your stripped away of your clothes, only your chastity cage remaining on your cock. The other housemates quickly tape you up into a big poofy diaper. Then they take out a latex suit, and force it onto you. It feels big and loose, until you hear a hiss of gas. You realise it’s not just any suit - a big inflatable rubber suit of your fursona. Once its fully inflated, it feels tight and snug against your large pizza-fed body. You look down and see a big rubbery shiny belly and big puffy glossy arms. And the final touch: a big inflatable rubber diaper over the top of your fursonas crotch. One of the housemates rubs at your crotch, through the layers of rubber and padding. You squirm and moan, and in your state of aroused thrashing, you see your blackmailer wink at you, holding up the key to your cage before dropping it into the trash can. With a sudden gasp you cum hard through your cage, squirting away any remaining resistance you had to your situation.
You quickly learn to love your new life. You’re stuck constantly wearing your new crinkly and squeaky attire. A series of camera stream your existence to the outside world, 24/7. Superchats with humiliating messages are read over Bluetooth speakers positioned around the whole house. Your housemates tease and humiliate you almost all the time. Some of them even make a habit of buzzing your caged cock with a vibrator wand at times. You’re in a constant state of arousal and humiliation. Sometimes you even get horny enough to cum through your cage, but this only happens once a month, if ever. This is your new life, and you love every second of it.
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Additional notes on Subject [REDACTED]. Affliction has developed symptoms of a “mind virus”, as consistent with description found within documentation for Case [REDACTED]. Several friends of Subject [REDACTED] have begun to experience afflictions, or symptoms thereof, similar to that of the original case, with minor mutations seemingly based on subconscious individual kink preferences.
Locations vary from Australia to America to Europe. Requesting engagement of containment and quarantine procedures, followed by relocation within the same housing as Subject [REDACTED].
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