puffyplush

@puffyplush.bsky.social

I’m JUST a little bunny. 31. MSP 🔞

a genuinely non-negligible amount of my sexual fantasies are just me becoming trapped in ToonTown due to a series of misunderstandings and/or a Kafka-esque tangle of inane bureaucratic mechanisms

I love how we as a community just silently and nigh-universally agreed on how furry diapers would accommodate tails. like OF COURSE there would be an extra tab back there

ambushing all my 🔐 friends in my singlet + swollen overnight diaper.. if you pin me, I’ll happily join you for the rest of Locktober! but if I pin you, consider yourself officially signed up for No Nut November as well 😇

thinking about the mysterious and understudied malady I just invented called Phantom Diaper putting on your usual underwear and slacks in the morning, only to find when you zip up your waistline's poofed out and bulging, cartoonishly loud crinkles emanating from your seat..

Getting really awkward when you get hit with the "to be what you wear" curse and you end up a diaper critter because you were wearing padding underneath your costume.

And the populace you'd enthrall would represent the production units you'd typically see in these kinds of games. Though, in this case, "upgrading" them meant making them feel deeper into your spell and their love of diapers

Toon furries are susceptible to getting into kinks adjacent to cartoons, like size growth/shrinking, inflation, being hit with a big mallet and flattened into a pancake, etc. Deep down they’re all like Roger Rabbit and can’t help but go along with the bit. Close friend ended up as a pool toy

bratty baby dom who likes their diaper vibes acoustic ONLY. so every day they make you get on your knees and make kazoo noises as you bury your face in their soaked padding 🗣️

❌: “twink death” - bemoans aging as personal failure, frames the queer experience as something inherently bound to youth and conventional beauty ✅: “getting your baby fat back” - revels in the idea of accumulating softness and plenty, implies the start of an eternal renaissance

Attempting to conceal your slowly progressing curse into a lil raccoon. But the diaper bulge in your shorts is becoming ever more obvious. Sure your face mask is covering your growing muzzle but it's not concealing the pacifier that somehow appeared underneath and you can't seem to spit out.

Dear God do i want to wear a ridiculous neon colored outfit (with equally embarassing giant diaper underneath) and be made both on camera and to a live studio audience to answer quizzes, play games, and perform in physical challenges for prizes and entertainment. And buddy is there slime