loli,nudity,diaper,traumacore,identity tampering
"His mouth was my unbirth and his stomach was my womb. it was a home glistening with decay. Day after day i was was hurt. relearning and unlearning and reunlearning myself. my past as bad as it was offered me some respite from the pain.There was a lady in the womb too. I was chained to a wall that ungulated against me, almost reacting to how i squirmed, trying to better position my limbs for each blow.
Every day the lady would hurt me in new an interesting ways. I almost looked forward to it. and i might have enjoyed it too if the circumstances were different, its a fuckin shame that i will probably never see my boyfriend again.
because i'm sure he'd love tips on giving me interesting sensations. Before I was spirted away we weren't doing too well, but he did enjoy my company still, for whatever that was worth.
in the womb there was a lot of time for being alone with my thoughts. Every night(?) my body's injuries would be stiched by the moist walls. tiny veins and lumps of flesh kneeded against my tired, and bleeding or brusied or burnt skin and worked it apart, and then together, like papercraft, but with flesh, parts would peel themselves away leaving my flesh underneth looking new and smooth, albeit slimy, and bloody, but not with my blood, but the fluid that the walls drool.
I dont know how long this went on. Days stopped meaning anyhting aside from the pain and the stiching and the slience...the loudness of my thoughs and the memeories. sometimes the memories were my own fault and other times it was hers; the torturer. She had some nerve calling herself my teacher. although she wasn't wrong, she was more like a warden who taught me as a consquence of her chosen method of punishment . afterall physical pain can can only do so much by itself. if you really want to reprogam someone you have to get inside their head. She turned me fucking inside out. She knew things. impossible things. things that only god should know. or maybe someone with acesss to all my personal data, and who tortured detailed testimonals out of my loved ones.
One could resonably assume i was in hell. tortured mentally and physically by someone who knows me better than me, twisting the knife at every insecurity; even opening up wounds from the past long healed or forgotten. while she left me to my own wallowing, in pissing and shitting where i stood, chained to the wall, it wet and hungry, absorbing my waste and licking my wounds healthy, made me ready for the next beating whenever it came. it was hard to deny the possibility?
Even more chilling was the fact that i was losing size? i would say losing weight, because I wasn't eating but i was also never hungry. The longer the cycle when on, the smaller i got. Barely noticeable at first,but eventually the torturer was looking down to hurt me. When I got here, i was 6"2 , but by the time i was reborn,well i was the height i am now. Now i know you have a lot of questions but I can't help thinking its better to save them till the next inn..."
An Oc we've been protective of until now. we dont post her much. no name yet. she's simply known as The Red One. was supposed to be a doodle but it got outta hand
her spear is also a pogo stick & she tells fucked up stories at campfires
shoulda checked for typos. we corrected some on here but all of the text in the image before posting wasnt spell checked lol. but then it would have taken longer to finish and its at the timing of posting the only art we've done all day lol....it was supposed to be a doooooodle -_-
#magicalgirl #transfemme #oc #kidcore #tf #ageregression #abdl #traumacore #bodyhorror
