LittlePunkGirl

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About LittlePunkGirl

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  • Birthday 03/29/1995

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    https://www.manyvids.com/Profile/1002444087/Little-Punk-Girl/Store/Videos/

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    she/her

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    Ageplay
    Bathroom Control
    Bedwetting
    Diapers
    Watersports
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    Master / Pet
    Parent and child play
    Pleasure control

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  1. LittlePunkGirl

    3 day padded Challenge

    So your girl is going to be doing a 72 hour padded challenge to beat her existing 48 hour record. For practical reason's I'll be mostly using pullups and giving myself a bathroom break every 4-6 hours..... Wish me luck! 😉
  2. LittlePunkGirl

    LPG study time

    So yeah your girl may get a tiny bit distracted when busy with stuff and may occasionally need a bit of protection..... 😉 And when you don't want to take any chances.... 😅😆
  3. LittlePunkGirl

    Yay I Made a Blog!

    So yeah now what.... 😅 Anyway I made this blog to try and drum up some interest in my videos and as a confessional of sorts for all the naught perverted shit I get up to..... *holds up flogger* .... So yeah that's about it link to the sight is on my profile.... 😅😆
  4. LittlePunkGirl

    New to Modeling/Acting

    So what up it's your girl Ashley: aka Little Punk Girl, aka YourFNF I've recently started making videos with a focus on ABDL and Petplay. If you want to check them out links below.... https://www.manyvids.com/Profile/1002444087/Little-Punk-Girl/Store/Videos/
  5. LittlePunkGirl

    Hedge Magic

    I like the set up
  6. LittlePunkGirl

    The Omo Rashi Files

    Really enjoyed this, what can I say I'm a sucker for metaficition. Although the multiple endings seemed to lower the stakes a lot, but maybe that was the point?
  7. LittlePunkGirl

    Through the Storm

    The gnomish traveler’s kitchen is definitely one of the most interesting eateries Bri’s ever dined in. Warm wood and plaster walls mix with rich fabrics, there’s even some kind of birch like tree growing through the middle of the building. The seating is cushioned pits around a low circular table with a griddle in the center and a live band is playing Brasser on stage. Sure enough, one the staff is there cooking with them right at the table. The food is a kaleidoscopic firework. The cream sauce almost seems French, but the spice mix is almost like Indian? And that one root vegetable almost like parsnips but nuttier? There must twenty various kinds of herbs and spices. It’s freaking amazing. “So mom, about your tattoo I really want to hear the story behind that.” “We’ll it’s kind of embarrassing, I was honestly hoping that you wouldn’t ask about that while out of the house.” Gwen is visibly blushing “Ah come one hone it’s short, sweet, and hilarious. Perfect dinner conversation.” Renny is smiling mischievously. “Only you would consider me getting my….” Gwen cuts off abruptly. “Would make perfect ‘dinner conversation.” “Ah come on mom I love that story.” Callie whines “Yeah come on mom.” Liam is grinning “Okay fine, you win.” Gwen has a look of beleaguered amusement on her face. “We had just gotten married and jetted off to the Spice Islands for our honey moon. It was your stereotypical tropical get away. Including the drunken partying and your mother was certainly do her best to get me out of my shell. She even got me onto a clothing optional beach.” “Most beaches there are clothing optional dear, I’m just really good at getting you out of them.” Gwen shrugs “By the tenth night of our trip, I was definitely in the spirit of things. We we’re at this dive bar down on the water, drinking with some of the locals, and Renny was being extra flirty that evening. What was it you said again?” “That your ass was the only thing in this place that looked remotely good. No, delicious and that I wanted to eat it right here on the table. I know. I know. Not the most romantic or articulate statement but in my defense, I had had a shit ton of fruity holiday drinks by that point.” “And in my naivete, I naturally said I didn’t believe she would.” “So, I said you want to bet?” Renny is getting quite animated grinning impishly as she recounts the story. “So at that point it was on, although I still didn’t realize she was serious.” “I set the terms. If she wins ten thousand guilden to the charity of her choice.” “And if you won?” Bri is leaning forward excitement on her face cheeks a bit flushed from the liberally supplied beer and cider. “She would get a tattoo to commemorate it.” “Oh my God!” Bri is giggling hysterically at the realization. “I know right?” Callie is laughing hard and almost snorts out her beer. “So yes dear, my young gorgeous wife had me bent over the table with my shorts at my hips before I could even react and was making out with my asshole in front of the entire bar.” “Holy shit!” Bri squeals “That’s my moms.” Liam says smirking “I asked her if she had enough and what is you said dear?” “Fuck no....” “So I went back to work” “And I came within thirty seconds.” Everyone including the host is laughing and ribbing each other over the story.
  8. LittlePunkGirl

    My Sister’s Keeper

    Ch. 3 The Kirita reappears in a flash around an airless rock orbiting a cold dim star. Directly in front of them is a lower midsized toroid station, 5km in diameter. Zooming in on optical they can clearly see the pylons that The Defiant have attached to direct the particle streams outward. Thirty-six satellites hang in a precise arrangement to reflect the beams and generate the gate. Mariatta goes through the prejump procedures with station control before they power up. Sensors pick up a massive energy build up. The first beam exits the emitters and hits the reflector dish on one of the sattelites. More beams are added, and the gate begins to take shape. A cat’s cradle of fiery glowing energy suspended in the void. The ship actually begins to vibrate from the gravitational distortions. Then it appears, a swirling vortex of energy as space and time are momentarily torn asunder. Energies not seen since the birth of the universe bleeding through. Mariatta give a small amount of power to the thrusters and the ship disappears into the gate, leaving our universe behind. The Kirita rematerializes in orbit of an earth parallel solar system. Luckily the Amazon’s need for secrecy has prevented them from being able to acquire the tech to deploy and FTL sensor net. So the Kirita will go undetected. Still they have to be careful. Smuggling had been lucrative for the sisters and reinvesting that has outfitted the ship with active camouflage and infrared masking. They accelerate to FTL for thirty seconds then coast the rest of the way in. Slipping into orbit on a steep trajectory. A klaxon sounds. “All hands this the captain. We are go for insertion at suboptimal angle of entry so it’s going to be rough ride. As we are now entering the operations zone I’m calling for general quarters. I say again general quarters, general quarters!! All hands to action stations this is not a drill!!!” The klaxon continues to sound “Acknowledge captain this is lieutenant Veaw, the young Kindari answers. Salamanders stand ready, bring the fire.” The ship shakes and rocks as it descends at steep angle shields glowing orange. The assault team sits in the cargo bay lit by red emergency lights. All they can do is wait for the Kirita and her crew to carry them to the target. “Shit sis we’re lighting up like festival fireworks on the air defense net! We have missile launch!! Activating dazzlers.” “Spotted going evasive!” Mariatta activates the intercom, Celtic synthmetal blasting. The ship roles and yaws, screaming as it spirals through the upper atmosphere. Missiles flying wide denotate and the whole night sky seems like day for a few seconds. The Kirita blazes defiance the counter missiles roaring earthward to meet challengers as the point defense lasers engage. At this range a few get through, but the shields hold pulsing with light as they bleed excess energy. They are now over the target and Mariatta can see the large concrete buildings making up the compound. “Most of those missiles were national defense grid. This site only has a few accelerator chain guns and I’ve got them painted and locked.” “Concussion missiles only. We can’t risk killing the people we’re trying to save with cluster heads or micronukes.” “Roger Cap! Concussion missiles locked. Missiles away!” The facilities air defenses main gate and vehicle depots go up in a flash. The Kirita banks in low preparing for air drop…..
  9. LittlePunkGirl

    Amy's Weekend

    I'm wondering why she didn't call a lock smith or go to the fire department?
  10. LittlePunkGirl

    My Sister’s Keeper

    The next few days are a flurry of activity as everyone rushes to repair the Kirita. Three VTOL ships carry it to the hanger using mag cables. Sparks shower down inside the reactor chamber as Danna welds new mag plate in. Defiant ground crews run new superconductor lines and replace slagged breakers. Nanite spray is used to heal stress fractures in the hull. After two days all that’s left is to top the fuel tanks, replace the fission batteries and load new ordnance. In the morning at 06:00 the Kirata’s Light will fly once again. As dawn breaks over the mountain an intercom blares “All hands to action stations the Kirita’s Light will be launching in thirty minutes.” Ground crews scrabble and additional borrowed flight staff rush to board. Jocasta, The Defiant heavy weapons specialist assigned to the Kirita checks all weapon systems and arms the warheads on the missiles loaded into the fore and aft launchers. Down in engineering Danna starts reactor. The mag field goes up and multiple high watt laser’s strike the fuel pellet. A chain reaction starts and a miniature star springs to life in the ships heart. “Reactor status is green sis!” “Acknowledged. Initiating preflight checks.” Boots thump and clang on the gangplank as the fifty person compliment of 3rd platoon aka the salamanders, thunder aboard. Ground crews helping to move crates of heavy weapons. “Primary power, check. Fission batteries check. Secondary Relays and solar, check. Life support….” “Status green across board engineering confirms” Danna slides into the flight officers seat buckling her harness while a Defiant officer hops into the copilots. “Navigation?” “Navcom is active and sensor integrated, five by five.” “Weapon systems live and operational, all hands stand clear of launch tubes. I repeat stand clear ordinance is live.” Jocasta says as he takes a seat at tactical. “Command this the Kirita’s Light requesting clearance for takeoff.” “This command, clearance granted. Begin take off procedures.” “Igniting reaction drive thrusters! All hands stand clear. I repeat thrusters hot, stand clear.” There is a massive as glowing plasma exhaust begins to pour from the Kirita. A klaxon sounds and the blast doors roll open. The Kirita rises on counter grav, maneuvering thrusters helping to stabilize. “Maker be with you Kirita and may you always stand defiant.” “And with you command, Kirita out.” And with that the Kirita once again roars skyward on column of fire. Reaction thrusters howling their song as the shields glow cherry red before punching out of the atmosphere. Swirls of condensing gas spiraling off. For a moment the they hang there motionless against the rising sun to starboard and the planet below, then vanishes in a flash as the jump drive engages.
  11. LittlePunkGirl

    My Sister’s Keeper

    The next morning Mariatta wakes up to something wet squishing between her legs. She scrambles out of bed confused palm landing on the swollen diaper. “Ah shit really? Fucking really? Well I guess this was a good idea in more ways than one. Doc did say it would take a couple weeks for everything to heal fully. Still I’m not letting anyone see me like this.” Mariatta heads into the bathroom burying the diaper in the trash can before hopping into the shower. She’s just started breakfast when Danna and Clare arrive. “Morning D, Clare. Didn’t know if you we’re going to miss breakfast.” “Not everyone has your unnatural energy Mars.” Mariatta makes a rude gesture. “So if you all want I can show you around some more and then we talk with Quin about getting your ship fixed?” “Yeah that sounds good.” “Same” Clare leads the two around showing them the club that is the main hang out spot for the group. She also keys there bio signatures for the defensive systems and points out the various evacuation points. And gives them a heads on the various scheduled emergency drills. The tour ends with the food growing facilities. A good chunk of the mall was converted into hydroponics and fish farms. While at the tree line fields of wheat sway under camouflage netting. “And then we have the pigs and chickens. Most of our protein is printed from cell cultures but we like to keep a few live specimens as a genetic reserve and for the eggs. The waste is used for fertilizer of feedstock for making plastics……..” “So here is the deal, I think we can help each other out. You have a ship that needs an engine over hall, right?” “Yep? And I can pay credits that’s the one part of that last job that didn’t go wrong.” “I was thinking more of a trade. You see we’ve found a facility on Catalon that produces ‘designer Littles’ including bulk orders and modification of captured off-worlders.” “And their government knows about this?” “Yes it’s all part of their strategy. Maintain power by creating a society centered around hierarchy and dominance. There have even been rumors of surgeries and nanites used to turn dissident Amazons into Littles. Not sure how much of that is prop bullshit but it’s been effective at making people to afraid to speak out.” “Sweet maker you’re talking about a deep black state funded clone and biohacking facility…. And you want to take it out? That’s your next target?” “You nailed it.” Gwen smiles grimly. “What’s more we had an amazon on the inside one of the scientist there feeding us data on the projects they missed their last three scheduled check ins. We have to assume that they’ve been compromised. We need a ship that can carry a strike team into hostile air space and carry a couple hundred prisoners out” “I’m in. I haven’t wanted to see a place burn this much since the camps on Atlas four.” Danna flinches at the memory and Mariatta’s fist is clenched tight. “Damn straight sis, I want to help anyway I can.” Danna’s face has an uncharacteristically fierce expression on it. “Let’s get started then.” “One question though, how are we getting the Kirita there?” “We’ve just completed construction on modifying an abandoned particle accelerator in orbit around a dead rock a short jump from here. It’s now a ship sized dimension gate.” Both women’s jaws are hanging slack at this announcement. The next few days are a flurry of activity as everyone rushes to repair the Kirita. Three VTOL ships carry it to the hanger using mag cables. Sparks shower down inside the reactor chamber as Danna welds new mag plate in. Defiant ground crews run new superconductor lines and replace slagged breakers. Nanite spray is used to heal stress factures in the hull. After two all that’s left is to top the fuel tanks, replace the fission batteries and load new ordnance. In the morning at 06:00 the Kirata’s Light will fly once again.
  12. LittlePunkGirl

    My Sister’s Keeper

    Which is how Mariatta finds herself in the bedroom fucking Clare with her own strap on. She looks up at Danna who smiles and gives a thumbs up as Clare goes to town between her legs. Both girls losing themselves in the heat of the moment. Marriatta rocking and circling her thighs, Danna holding Clare’s head. It isn’t long before all three explode into various orgasms. Clare’s high-pitched squeals setting of Danna as they vibrate her lips. All three need a minute to recover and the pillow talk is pretty straight forward until “So I have a request….” “Name it Clare.” “Would you put my diaper on for the night?” “Wait really?” “Yeah after everything we heard at dinner isn’t that kind of... I don’t know like messed up” “I know, I know a Little who wants diapers. I’ve dealt with a lot of; ‘am I betraying my people? Here I am resistance fighter and I’m walking stereotype.’ Yeah I’ve thought about it a lot.” “I’m sorry Clare. I came in and made assumptions about your struggle and what you go through. I’m sorry I rushed to judgement” “Accepted, and yeah I don’t know I just like being padded after sex. It makes me feel safe, cared for. I want that even though I know I’m feeding the stereotype and I kinda’ hate myself for that but well… It is what is. Everyone here is pretty cool and Quin is actually really cool about looking after me without going full nightmare Amazon.” “Tell you what tonight I’m wearing one in solidarity. Okay? Danna?” “Ehh what the hell. Can’t hurt right?” She says grinning. I takes several tries for Mariatta to get Clare comfortably padded but she eventually gets it right, but still needs help with her own tapes from Clare. Much to Danna’s amusement. Who can’t help laughing as Marriata stands there red face as Clare does the adjustment. Finally all three get there teeth brushed and curl up next to each other spent from exhausting day.
  13. LittlePunkGirl

    Riding out a Blizzard in Diapers

    I've got some stuff potentially planned ?
  14. LittlePunkGirl

    Beginnings and Endings

    I stagger up to my feet swaying. I can feel my ribs knitting and back together and holy crap I think he cracked one of the trauma plates in my vest. I get my guard up just in time to block his flashing blade and claws. I’m pushed back doing everything I can to block when a suddenly a sharp burning pain and my right hand along with the sword is gone. I’m about to eat a knife when “Interdictum” A wall of force materializes in front of me stopping the blade. “Thanks for the save!! Uro!!” A gout of fire launches from the wand that I’ve drawn with my remaining hand. But is stopped by a wall of shadows that coalesce around the vampire. The other one is regrowing and knitting together surrounded by golden light. But it’s not quite done. The squad opens up but he’s too fat and one goes down throat slashed. Lily rushing to their side to try and stabilize. I twitch the wand and send a crate flying at the master who just leaps over it. I grab the sword and close in. While five of the team get the hostages and the wounded out. Which is when the rats come hundreds of the little shits. Running for us beady eyes glowing. “Get out of here I’ll hold them off!!” Hundreds of teeth tearing into my skin. Ripping, nawing, I raise the wand point at a gas line. The whole room goes up the last thing I see is the master vampire standing in flames burning. Then it’s a maze of rooms and corridors all burning. Next thing I know I’m jumping out a window on fire like Wiley Fucking Coyote or something. I hit the ground with a dull thud. “Owwwwwwww…..” Somebody is spraying me with a fire extinguisher and then Lily is holding me in blanket screaming at me to never do something like that again. I of course remind her that I’m already dead. Which causes her to start balling then I’m doing it and I think I’m in shock? Like I’m resistant to pain but still. I was just on fucking fire! Like seriously badass but also Owwww. It’s at that point that I pass out for most of the ride back.
  15. LittlePunkGirl

    Riding out a Blizzard in Diapers

    Your Friendly Neighborhood Fetishist ? Glad you enjoyed it