Toiletpunk -- (Author) Salmonax

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Author: Salmonax
Timestamp: May 8, 2024 at 4:02 AM
Content: Hey all! I got this title idea from someone's post on some site I saw a long time ago that basically said ABDL is "toiletpunk." This is a story about friendship, forgiveness, letting go, fighting for what is right, and acceptance. It's gonna start out slow and then pick up as it goes on. I plan on including a bunch of fun bonus stuff along the way, too. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: Beginnings
Suggested music: Rooftop Run

22 year old Phoenix Bo skated past the roof tower on her sky-blue quad roller skates decorated with rainbow prints. She leapt high into the air, the boosters on her bright red suit pushing her into a double jump. The suit resembled overalls, and her red helmet gleaned in the sunlight. An arm cannon with knobs like a bidet covered her left hand. An armored flush tank was strapped to her back. A pipe below the tank connected it directly to her rear – another pipe above the tank connected to her suit. The machine siphoned energy from her waste into power. And at the moment, she was incredibly flooded and messy.

She cleared the rooftop and barrelled towards the perpetrator. The fiend was fast, but she was faster, and soon she was within clocking distance. She punched the man, causing him to double over. She grabbed the bag and clicked her tongue.

“Counterfeit toilet paper. Who would’ve guessed,” she said.

“Please just let me go,” the man groaned.

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll be nice and cozy… in jail.”

She grabbed the man by the arms and handcuffed him. She then dragged him down the steps of the building. Her police car was just outside.

“Please, not jail again.”

“Well, if you stopped stealing stuff and making counterfeit currency, you wouldn’t need to go there anymore, hm?”

They made their way down the staircase. This building was no different than the others – white tiles covered the floor and walls, and metal handrails extended across the stairs in both directions. It looked like a massive bathroom, and such was the architecture of Sunset City.

Phoenix reached her car and shoved him in. Her arm cannon clicked and whirred before unclasping and allowing Phoenix's use of her other arm. She turned the key and drove to the police station.

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It was a beautiful day, and Phoenix was let out of work early. She drove home and stepped through her door. A robotic arm lowered and revealed a giant table with a human-shaped mold. The words “Diaper Press 2000” were inscribed on its surface. She stepped into the machine, and her suit began to unfasten. It popped open, revealing her body and the dirty diaper beneath her plastic and metal layers. The machine swiftly removed one diaper and changed it for another. Phoenix got out of the machine, found a comfortable hoodie, and flopped down on her couch. Her plush bear, Mr. Ribbon, was already there. He was flipping through channels, trying to find one that caught his eye.

“How’s the channel hunt going?”

“Swimmingly. I can’t seem to find a single one that has plush animals in it.” Mr. Ribbon sighed. “There’s no good representation for people like us.”

Phoenix giggled. “Hey, now look, I’ll put on Winnie the Pooh.”

“Oh, splendid! Finally, some good media.”

They sat together and watched TV for a couple hours. Afterwards, Phoenix challenged Mr. Ribbon to a game of Sorry.

“This game is preposterous! I can’t stand it. I nearly got my piece home, and you… you scoundrel!

Phoenix laughed. “You wish you were good at this game.”

“Indeed I do. Ugh.”

They decided to abandon Sorry and watch more TV for the rest of the night. They ordered pizza, and Mr. Ribbon forfeited his slices to Phoenix (he’s only interested in honey). Phoenix stayed up as Mr. Ribbon fell asleep. She eventually carried him to bed, and she too fell fast asleep within moments.

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It was Phoenix’s day off, and so the two decided to go to the city to get ice cream. Passerbys watched a curious girl hop up and slide effortlessly down the park stairs railing. She wore a sunset-orange t-shirt, brick-red drawstring pants, a blue backpack, and of course her roller skates. Her auburn hair, messy with craft glitter, trailed behind her like a wisp of smoke. She leapt up on a curb and grinded it with blazing speed.

Mr. Ribbon poked out of her backpack. “Are we there yet?”

“Patience, fuzzball.”

“I told you to stop calling me that!”

The two finally found the ice cream truck. Phoenix, with incredible agility, vaulted down the steps of the park and landed both feet on the ground.

“You’re like a cat!”

“Meow,” she said.

“Don’t ever meow again.”

The two ordered their ice cream – well, Mr. Ribbon only wanted a cone – and they sat down to enjoy it. The sun was bright and cheery, and nothing seemed like it could go wrong. Phoenix paused for a minute to let herself pee in her diaper, and then resumed eating her ice cream.

Suddenly, Phoenix heard something. It was soft, and muffled, but present and throbbing. She looked at Mr. Ribbon – he heard it, too. It seemed to be coming from below the city. Phoenix went to a manhole cover, took off her skates and, without hesitation, climbed down. Mr. Ribbon gawked.

“Do you know how dirty it is down there?! What in the blazes are you-” he was cut off by Phoenix grabbing his leg and pulling him down after her.

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Suggested music: Nyakuza Manholes

The noise was louder down here. It sounded, to Phoenix, like house music. She scaled the walls of the sewer, trying to determine where it was coming from.

“Would you slow down? Or let me get in your bag!” Phoenix turned around and plopped Mr. Ribbon back into her bright blue bag.

She began to shift uncomfortably. Being down here was triggering something. She would have to mess soon. She sighed. What could she do? She had to keep with the aesthetic. She giggled at the thought.

“Is the theater playing in your head again? Come on now, I don’t wanna be down here any longer than we have to be. It reeks.”

“How would you know? You can’t smell.”

“I can see the stink lines. Yuck.”

She giggled again, and then scooted forward. The sewer could be in worse condition, she thought. The thumping got louder.

Suddenly, they reached a vent. It was a massive circular thing, and a gust of wind behind it seemed strong enough to push even the biggest of people upwards. The music seemed to lead in that direction. Phoenix got an idea. Mr. Ribbon looked at the vent, and then back at Phoenix.

“No, I repeat, no-”

Phoenix pulled the vent aside and leapt through the opening. The wind caught her and she began to float.

“Going up!” she shouted.

The pair rose into the unknown.

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They reached the top. For some reason, this gust led all the way to the rooftop of a building. The music here was deafening. Phoenix pulled out her earbuds and stuck them in her ears.

“What about me?” Mr. Ribbon yelled.

“I don’t have anything else, unless you want a diaper over your ears!”

“Nevermind,” he said, and he folded his ears down across his head.

The source of the noise suddenly rose into the air. From behind another building leapt a huge machine. It landed in front of Phoenix, and she gawked at the mechanoid.

Suggested music: F34RME Remix

“Hey hey hey, if it isn’t Sunset City’s shining star!” Phoenix looked up at the man in the robot. He was jamming on turntables, and his disco bot gleamed with multi-colored lights. He had a camera pointed at Phoenix. She squirmed again. Not now, she thought.

“Disco Raider! What are you doing?” She said.

He laughed. “Starting the party, of course! Don’t tell me you’ve come to crash it?”

Phoenix looked at him crossly. “Your music forces people to dance! We’ve done this rigmarole before.”

He laughed again. “What’s so wrong with dancing, huh? I’m gonna make the whole world party ‘til they drop! Look at your adoring fans – they’re loving it!”

An arm lowered from above the machine and revealed a screen. Phoenix saw the townsfolk all jumping around and dancing to the beat. They seemed happy, but Phoenix knew his music would get tiring very quickly.

“You’re disturbing the peace! I’m gonna have to take you in.”

“Aw, party pooper.”

Phoenix’s stomach groaned. Not on camera, not now, she thought.

“Very well,” he said, “it seems like we’ll have to do… a dance battle!”

The bot shifted and began to boogie. Mr. Ribbon got out of the bag and began to dance, too.

“My ear folding isn’t strong enough! Gah!”

Phoenix giggled at the sight of him breaking it down.

“You’re a good dancer, Mr. Ribbon.”

“Can it and help me!”

Phoenix shifted again. Oh, she had to go bad. She began to do a potty dance.

“What kind of moves are those? Girl, you look like you’re constipated!” Disco Raider guffawed. He sent out beat pulses to trip up Phoenix.

She barely jumped over them. This was not gonna end well. She got serious. She picked up Mr. Ribbon and threw him at Disco Raider. Mr. Ribbon latched on and began pummeling his target.

“Hey hey hey! That’s cheating!”

“And your beat pulses aren’t?” Phoenix said.

Phoenix began sprinting towards him. She pulled out a pocket bidet launcher and attached it to her arm. She jumped up and, in one clean motion, cut the robot in half with the water jet. Disco Raider slumped over, unconscious. His hypnotic music ceased, and the police force, like ants, began their march on the building. The camera was still somehow rolling. Phoenix gave a peace sign to the public and ran down the opposite stairs. She had to get home.

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Suggested music: Water Bubble Dream

She fumbled with her keys at the door, but it was too late. She sighed, crouched down, and with a forceful expression, pushed the load into her diaper. It came out with a crackle, filling and balling into her pants. She sighed, relieved and content. The warmth slowly meshed its way across her seat as she stood up. It was a good dump. She enjoyed it thoroughly.

She went inside, took off her backpack, yawned, and then slumped down on her couch. The mess coddled her behind in a soft embrace as she laid down for a nap.

Mr. Ribbon jumped out and began searching for something to eat. He would later watch TV and then snuggle with Phoenix for the rest of the night.

END OF CHAPTER

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Author: Salmonax
Timestamp: May 8, 2024 at 4:36 PM
Content: I'm not sure what my upload schedule will look like just yet, but here's chapter 2 for now, since it's ready. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2: The Dream
Phoenix was fast asleep. She began to dream.

She was diapered and in a giant playroom. She was mulling over some trucks when she had to mess. She did so, and it was good. She smiled. She was happy.

Mr. Ribbon appeared out of the blue. He seemed to be saying something about being changed. Phoenix was against this motion. Her mess was safe and warm – she wasn’t going to give it up without a fight.

Mr. Ribbon pressed a button, and out of a nearby closet, a changing table appeared. But something was immediately off about it – it had especially spindly arms with glove-like hands, and it reached out and groped the air as though it were feeling the room around it.

Mr. Ribbon rubbed his chin. He hadn’t expected this.

Suggested music: Octarmaments

The machine whirred to life. It erected itself in the center of the room and reached out, attempting to grab Phoenix. But she was prepared, and with a wiffle ball bat, she swatted the arms away.

The machine almost seemed to respond angrily to this outburst. It clicked and hissed, and spun around. Its arms formed a merry-go-round of punishment. Phoenix leapt over the spindly things and slammed her bat into one of the arms. The glove came off, revealing thin, pin-like fingers.

The machine spun around again in the opposite direction, catching Phoenix off guard. The machine jumped up and down on its arms and crawled towards her like a spider. She leapt back up just as a metal saw slammed into the floor where she had been laying.

“This thing is trying to kill me!” she shouted. Mr. Ribbon stood frozen in shock.

Daggers appeared out of the table and launched towards her. She dodged them all expertly, then took her stance against the machine. She lifted her bat to it.

“Down with the oppressors!”

The machine clattered in maniacal mechanical delight as she pounced at it. But she miscalculated. The saw blade rained down on her, and then–

Phoenix started awake, panting. Mr. Ribbon was still curled up next to her, fast asleep in honey dreams. Phoenix caught her breath, then smiled. Everything was okay. She lay back down, her diaper still full of her poop and love.

END OF CHAPTER