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Toddleverse: The Bimbo Quest
🕑 Added 2022-07-17 22:24:40 +0000 UTCContains: Bimbofication, Messing, Brain Drain
I haven't really done any bimbo content before! This seemed like a fun avenue to explore, so I did. Lemme know what you think!
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“Are you sure?” Millie asked, eyeing the garment with suspicion.
“It’ll be beneath your clothes, nobody will notice,” the dealer replied, confidently. He knew when to assuage her fears, and when to turn the screws. “Besides–you want that quest bonus, don’t you? It expires tomorrow, and you said you don’t have the stats to get around it the intended way.”
She pursed her lips. “It’s not that I’m worried about anyone noticing, it’s more…it feels like cheating, a little, you know? What’s the point of winning if I just use a hacked item to get it?”
The salesman in him came out, and he beamed. “Don’t worry–it’s not hacked. The admittedly embarrassing nature of the garment is part of the balancing act–it causes penalties that typically outweigh the buffs, creating a trade off that makes it balanced. You’re not cheating, you’re just using the resources available to you to the greatest advantage.”
Millie frowned, thinking it over.
She’d been stuck on a quest for two weeks. The Totalverse MMO, ‘Heroes & Honor’, was as immersive as any other part of the VR, incredibly expansive, and, to Millie’s chagrin, had quests that reset every two weeks with new rewards and different obstacles.
She hated to miss out on any sort of quest, but especially ones that dropped loot she wanted for her build. An intelligence-based rogue, she loved sneaking about, planting traps, and outwitting the bosses and enemies of the game, but a particular dagger she wanted had been placed behind an almost totally charisma-based quest, and she just didn’t have the natural wordsmithing nor the stats to get through it.
She’d tried, and tried again, and been kicked out of the Prurient Manor a baker’s dozen times, never managing to get much past the door guard. What she needed was an advantage, a way to complete a quest that was far too high level for her before the dagger reward was replaced.
And, she’d found it–Breasts. The majority of NPCs in the manor had a vulnerability to, to put it mildly, great endowment. Millie had watched a dozen other players with large racks waltz right by her to get to the end of the quest, breezing through the charisma checks while the AI-generated NPCs ogled and drooled. Only problem was, Millie was naturally somewhat flat-chested, hadn’t adjusted her player model at all, and couldn’t afford any VR body modification or even temporary potions to increase her… ‘stats’.
And so she’d found herself at the black market, rooting around for anything she could use. A bra of holding, or maybe just some toilet paper she could stuff down her shirt.
The cursed item dealer had found her, asked what she needed, and produced something that would do the trick.
A… diaper.
A magic diaper, but a diaper nonetheless.
“What if it’s not enough?” she asked.
“Three sizes up won’t do it for you?” the dealer asked. “Well then, there’s an additional feature–using the diaper increases its effects. Only number two, I’m afraid, number one just doesn’t have enough public drawbacks to make the buff balance out.”
“Uh…” Millie stared at him. “So if I need to go any, eh, bigger…”
“You’ll have to poop your pants, yes,” the dealer said. “But you said you had close to the charisma you need, right? This’ll just give you that little extra edge.”
Millie nodded. “You’re right. I–yeah, I’m worrying too much. I’ll take it.” Conjuring a heads up display, she transferred the virtual gold into the dealer’s account and accepted the puffy white garment.
In theme with the medieval fantasy design of the game, it wasn’t a modern disposable style. Instead, it appeared to just be several layers of thick, absorbent fabric–cotton, by the feel of it–with a pair of secure metal pins with a complicated sort of fastener mechanism. It wasn’t quite historically accurate, but it felt close enough to match the style of the game.
Turning it over in her hands a few times, Millie wondered if it was really worth it. It was just a diaper–and it wasn’t as though anyone would even be able to see beneath her avatar’s dress–but all the same, she was trading her dignity for a quest reward.
“Eh, in for a penny,” she said, stepping out of the game and into the virtual changing room. Bunching up her dress around her waist, she slipped out of her panties, folded the thick shaped cotton between her legs, and attached the fastener pins on both ends.
Instantly, her breasts swelled like balloons, trebling in size. The surprise weight pulled her forward and she stumbled, wobbling on account of the unexpected movement and peculiar bulk between her thighs. Millie fell and landed with a thump on her butt, her diaper cushioning the shock of the blow.
She giggled. Her boobs looked great, which was odd, because Millie rarely cared much about that–she was happy in her body and didn’t need anything changed–she’d stuck with her normal physical appearance in the Totalverse for a reason–but still, one look down and she was grinning like an idiot.
Calling up her menu, Millie pulled herself back into the game world, stood, and took a few tentative steps. She definitely had a pronounced waddle going, the diaper was like a folded up duvet between her legs, but she could move well enough and nobody–player or NPC–seemed to notice.
With a quick bit of menu use, she fast-traveled out in front of the manor, chest on full display. Her black dress seemed to have shaped itself to really show off as much cleavage as possible, a side effect of the magical buff, and she strode confidently up to the door guard.
“I’m here to join the party,” she said, using a pass phrase she’d heard another player use. Now was the make-or-break moment where she’d either be allowed in or rejected, whether her trick had done her any good.
The guard paused, looking her up and down. His gaze lingered on her chest, and he nodded. “Come on in.”
Yes! She resisted the urge to pump her fist triumphantly. She’d made it past this guard once before, but only barely, and it’d taken a charisma potion to do so. As he opened the door to let her in, she waltzed through, grinning stupidly. She’d beaten the system, and the rest of the quest was going to be a breeze.
Walkthroughs and guides had informed her what came next. She needed to persuade several members of the manor to give her clues, and then use those clues to convince their leader to take her to his bedroom. From there, she’d just need to incapacitate him, steal the key in his pocket, and collect her reward from the chest in his room.
Easy peasy. She had her secret weapons ready to go.
Waltzing up to the first of the NPCs, she beamed in his direction. A few suggested dialogue prompts appeared, an option for players who couldn’t smooth talk on their own, and she used that as a base to start flirting. “Well hey there–you’re Edwardo, right? You look like a gentleman who could use some company.”
Edwardo turned and looked her up and down. Millie needed something from him–she couldn’t remember if it was a club invitation or some kind of magical object, just that she needed him to like her. The NPC’s eyes settled on her chest, and then he shrugged. “It seems standards are slipping these days–they’ll just let anyone in through the door.”
Turning, already ignoring her, he walked away to begin speaking with another player stuck on the same quest.
Millie blinked. She’d expected this to be a cakewalk–what more did she need to do? Clearly, she had started on the right path since she’d made it in so easily, but now she was stuck yet again, and for the same reason; she just didn’t have the charisma and her other advantages weren’t giving enough leverage.
She pursed her lips, debating her next step. Given the nature of the magical object between her legs, one option seemed obvious, but even if the NPCs wouldn’t comment, there were other real players in the room, and they’d definitely smell what she’d done.
Then again, they were strangers. They didn’t know her, she didn’t know them, and who was going to care once she left?
Blushing slightly, Millie looked around for a restroom and skulked off, finding a bit of privacy. She locked the door, raised up her skirt, and locked in her next choice of action by squatting down.
The seat of her diaper swelled, fabric stretching to accommodate the mush she pushed into it. Going wasn’t hard–she almost suspected that the magical effects programmed into the diaper were encouraging her along–and as the absorbent garment expanded, so did her chest, breasts growing in tandem with her smelly accident.
Watching herself in the mirror, Millie pushed until she felt confident she’d be able to breeze through the next section, filling her diaper all the way from C-cups to Double Ds. She wrinkled her nose as the smell hit her, but she hoped that the NPCs either wouldn’t be programmed to react to odors, or they just wouldn’t know it was coming from her. Either way, she had to go out there and give it a shot.
Giggling, she stood and left the bathroom, strolling right back up to Edwardo. His eyes locked with her chest, and she snickered triumphantly, glad that she’d found a way to beat the game. Victory was sweet, even if her backside smelled foul.
“I heard that particularly favored girls get special rewards,” she said, forcing the dialogue along and skipping past all the flirting. “So, what do you think? Am I favored enough?”
On impulse, she shook her chest back and forth a little, making her conjured breasts jiggle. Edwardo grinned. Reaching in his shirt, he withdrew a paper with a wax seal stamped onto it. “Absolutely. Take this seal, it marks you as a friend of the manor.”
“Thanks,” Millie giggled, accepting the paper. She found it perpetually silly that, no matter how advanced the programming, some staples of the genre had stuck around–including arbitrary quest rewards for speech checks. Sometimes people wanted realistic social intrigue, but the truth was that most players wanted the thrill of persuasion without actually needing to be persuasive.
And that was true of Millie, even if she was walking around with a mudslide in her diaper, stinking up the whole room while she strolled through the quest.
Moving over to the bar, she zeroed in on her next target. Discreetly showing the bartender the seal, she said, “I’m a friend of the manor–I don’t suppose you’ve heard any juicy rumors lately?”
The bartender hesitated as he looked at her, and Millie sighed. Oh well, time to get bigger. Leaning forward a bit, she discarded her dignity and pressed her lips into a line, grunting softly as she pushed. Her breasts swelled, and when she sat back down, the new muck bulging in her diaper squished beneath her weight.
“Of course,” the bartender said. “Anything for a friend. I hear that Georgio is planning to make a bid for head of the organization. You could ask him about that.”
Millie squirmed in delight. Now she could go charm Georgio, and then she could go charm the next person, and then she’d win! She couldn’t remember exactly what she was winning, but it was definitely important, otherwise she wouldn’t have started this quest to begin with.
“Thank you!” she told the bartender, standing up. Before she could take more than a couple steps, though, she had to glance back and ask, “Which one is Georgio?”
The bartender pointed, and she grinned at him.
Walking up to Georgio, she totally ignored the other player trying to have a conversation with him. “Hi! Do you like my boobs?”
“Do you mind?” the other player, someone who’d taken the form of an elf in fancy silver armor, demanded. He wrinkled his nose, looking at her again with more surprise. “Ugh, what’s that smell?”
“Oh, probably me,” Millie said. “It makes my tits bigger!”
Georgio, ignoring their back and forth, said, “They’re impressive, but I’ve seen better. Did you have a question for me?”
Millie furrowed her brow in annoyance. He wasn’t supposed to have seen anything bigger than hers, that was the whole point! “Oh, I’ll show you better,” she said, squatting down and sticking out her butt.
“What are you–” the other player started to ask, before pinching their nose and stepping back. “Oh, oh, gross.”
Millie giggled–it was funny how he was reacting, she barely smelled at all–and scrunched up her face, making an effort to really push the magic as far as it’d go. Her chest swelled, so much that her dress couldn’t stretch any further and began to rip down the front, weight dragging down her bra. With a little extra grunt and push for good measure, she sat down, giggling up at Georgio. “See?”
“Mhmm,” Georgio said. “Perhaps you should go speak with our leader–he’s upstairs. Just ask for Bartholio.”
“Haha!” Millie laughed. She was getting everything she wanted, and it didn’t take any effort at all!
She wondered how high her charisma was now. It had to be, like, a bajillion, right? Thinking for a moment, she struggled to remember the command to pull up the menu and check. Her charisma still sat at the usual nine, just where it always was.
Huh? Oh right, it’s not a charisma… um… it just makes them like me more? She couldn’t remember why it made them like her more. They probably liked the smell? There was definitely a lot of smell.
She also noticed a great big red number next to her intelligence, with a line before it. That meant the number was…smaller, right? Or was it a bonus? As easily as she was talking to everyone here, it had to be a bonus. She was super smart, and that’s why they liked her!
Getting up, she staggered from the unusual weight pulling her forward and back and waddled confidently towards the stairs. Bartholio’s room had to be…one of these, right? Up the stairs, there were lotsa doors, and…
Um…
Why did she need to see Bartholio again?
“Uh…” she said. She needed to think. Maybe if she had more charisma, it’d be easier to remember?
Sitting down halfway up the stairs, she closed her eyes and pushed again. This would help, she knew it would, she just needed to remember what quest she was doing, and…
“Well what do we have here?” a voice purred at the top of the stairs.
That must be Bartholio! She thought, turning around on the stairs and smiling up. Instead, she was surprised to see another face she recognized–the black market dealer who’d given her the diaper.
“Hu-hi!” she said. “What’re you doin’ here?”
“Just came to check on your progress,” he said, smiling down at her. “It looks like you’re just about ripe. Why don’t you come with me, and we’ll find something fun for you to do, okay?”
Millie loved fun! And her boobs were big enough that she’d probably be able to do whatever she wanted and succeed, and if she ever struggled she knew how to make them even bigger. “Yes please!” she said, hopping up. “Thank you!”
“Uh-huh,” the dealer said dryly. “Now just come with me. We’ll finish making the changes to your profile, and then I think you’ll like our new game very much.”
