Getting a Peek on Stream

A streamer with a growing audience has a little secret her fans are unaware of. But soon that’s about to become very public...

Getting a Peek on Stream

“Ok y’all let’s get this stream started!”

Krystal was hyped. Streaming on Scritch for the last few years was finally starting to look like it could be a viable career choice. No more working at her local coffee shop and relying on tips, no more loans from her mother, no more credit card debt. Donations from her audience of adoring fans, who now numbered around five-hundred, had slowly picked up as she’d established herself.

• Yo, yo
• Good to see ya
• Evenin Krystal!

The steady stream of watchers started to enter and type in her chat window, welcoming as always.

“Hey everyone! I’m gonna be playing some Howl of Duty today, so strap in!”

• Nice! :bangemote:
• You go girl!
• Feet pics?
• *user has been banned by a mod*

She sighed. Thank god for her mod team. There were a whole bunch of weirdos on the internet that just popped into her stream from time to time desperate for that little bit of objectification. Her community had always been supportive, giving her encouragement whenever some creep came in and started up some nonsense.

“Thanks mods, don’t know what I do without you”

A few minutes passed as the intro cut scenes for the game played. She leaned back in her chair, her ears being greeted by a slight crinkle. She looked down at her waist, giving it a scowl. The pink waistband of her diaper poked up over the top of her black slimline jeans, trying to escape. She’d suffered from stress incontinence for a while, something that had come to the fore recently when she’d started her college degree. It had been manageable, a few accidents at the start had nearly outed that part of her life but it had also made her realise she had to resolve it somehow. Doctors gave her the option of drugs, diapers or a catheter.

She chose the diapers.

“So, prestige thirty gets us that sweet golden AK chat! I’m only a few ranked matches away from it, so let's get it done today!”

• Wooooo!
• *entire line of champ emotes*

She pulled her keyboard a little closer and started up the matchmaking search, laying back a little further in her chair and adjusting her fringe. She’d dyed her hair after getting a Scritch audience, a way of developing her brand away from a bunch of teenage boys who played these games in their basement. She’d never wear anything even vaguely revealing, wasn’t her style anyway, and today's hoodie had a rather fetching “snake curling through skull” design on it. Bit of goth aesthetic plus a bit of colour? Bam, instant look that people could find online.

Her first match was a bust, a terrible kills to death ratio sending her to the bottom of her games leader board. Not an usual result for a first game but not exactly an ideal mood booster to start the day. She felt a twinge from her bladder start the inevitable and annoying process of her diaper starting to swell. Rather than try to hold in what was there she let it out, the stream of urine filling the front and warming her seat. In a way it was liberating, not that she’d ever say that out loud to anyone.

More games passed with as little success as the first. Chat was being its normal self, a mixture of support, trash talk and back-seating that did little to help her focus.

• Come on Krys, just get out the M4, it’s not like we need the AK today.
• You’re looking rough girl, chill
• Just switch class, you’re getting nowhere ffs

She normally let this stuff fly. Her mod team would only really step in if they started to directly harass her or ask for something more than just her playing the game. It wasn’t unusual for them to request to see her underwear at times. If only they knew…

The following round was an improvement, taking second place in a close match and getting more of the progress towards her desired rewards. Her mind was definitely focussing better on the game as time went by, but her head was definitely not quite in it today.

Another lost round… and another… and another….

“Gah! Stupid…” she pulled her head back into her chair. Each of those rounds had felt like she was just totally unable to focus. She grabbed her can of energy drink and swigged the dregs of it down before shifting in place. She could feel the wet front of her diaper rubbing against the chair. It might even have been a little wetter than when she’d let go earlier. Shit.

It was then she noticed something odd. There was no audio in the menu and chat was clearly perturbed by something.

• Hey Krys, we can’t hear ya
• Yo, think ya headset came unplugged
• You alright Krys?

Various other messages of concern were coming through, noting the lack of audio coming from her and the mood she was in. This was the one disadvantage to having streaming as a profession. It wasn’t really possible to mask the bad days and still keep an effective schedule. She knew she needed to change as well, but her next scheduled break wasn’t for another hour. Leaking wouldn’t be visible on camera, thank god, but memory foam cushions were not cheap to clean or replace.

She typed into the chat, letting them know she was going to fix the audio issues and moved her chair back, looking under the desk for the source of the issue. Sure enough the front jacks had popped out of the tower. At least it wouldn’t be hard to resolve.

She craned her body underneath and twisted to the left, grabbing the two cables and fiddling with them. She felt her diaper squish between her legs as they pushed together, her face grimacing as she felt the saturated centre. She definitely needed a change, one more wetting and she’d be leaking on the chair.

She pressed the ends of the jacks into the ports and heard the crackle of the menu music re-enter her headset. She smiled at the successful recovery and dragged her head back out from under the desk, realigning herself in the seat and thinking about how to say she needed an emergency break.

Opening up chat she immediately noticed a flurry of activity, messages were flying in with emotes and she couldn’t tell what the immediate reason for it was. Pausing the chat in her broadcast she scrolled back up.

• Oh my god
• Wait… what was that poking up out of her pants?
• Guys, that was a diaper! I saw the tape above her tail
• No way!
• Oh my god look, you can see the designs on the back. There’s no way those are panties.

Oh no. Oh shit.

Her hand shot to her face. She was still on webcam, she knew she needed to turn it off and get the hell off the stream but she was frozen. Her eyes were wide, she could already feel the panic setting in, her heart rate speeding up rapidly.

She heard her phone go off with texts. She could see the notification pop up on the screen and show the preview of the message. It was from one of her mods, asking what to do. She had no idea. These weren’t trolls who were going after her, these were her audience and now they knew one of her most humiliating and horrible secrets.

With a terrible sense of dread she went back to the current state of the chat, looking over the most recent responses. A few people had left but it was still incredibly active.

• Oh god she’s realised
• Look, maybe she’s just sick. Calm the fuck down seriously
• Krys, are you wearing a diaper? Come on girl what the hell?
• Think she’s shit herself?

She felt ill. She felt vomit start to work its way up to her mouth. She grabbed another can of energy drink and forcibly swallowed the stuff. What did she do? What did she say?

“He… hey...  Umm…”

She felt a tear drop down the side of her face. Her throat was clamping up. She couldn’t go back from this, she couldn’t just stop the stream and leave. People knew this now, she may never be able to recover.

“Oh god…” she buried her head in her hands. Sobs starting coming from her muzzle uncontrollably. Every second that went by a new horrible thought entered her brain. Would she be doxxed? Her parents knew about the diapers but if they started getting weird stuff sent to the house…

She continued to hear the notification sounds speed past. She didn’t want to know what was being said.

She heard her phone go off again. She pulled it towards her and looked at the preview of the message.

“Krys, it’s ok. Tell us what we need to do. We can’t stop everything but we can manage this ok”

She started to type, trying to think of what she wanted to do. She had no idea what to tell them. She couldn’t just ban people from the chat, many of the messages she’d seen were from some of her first supporters, people who had been with her from the start.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what to do. What do I say?” she pressed send, hoping they’d give her some advice soon. She took another look at the chat, almost morbidly.

• Do you think she’s an adult baby or whatever? Like, she likes wearing them?
• Where the hell are the mods?
• She’s crying for fucks sake, leave her alone. She clearly didn’t mean to show us
• Krys, take a break. Seriously. Stop looking at the chat
• Oh my god this is hilarious. Did someone clip that?
• This is gonna make some crazy meme content

Oh fuck. This was going to be all over the web. She’d be known for being that streamer that let her diapers out on stream. She’d be a laughing stock…

At that point all pretence of control left her. She openly started bawling into her desk, tears freely flowing towards her keyboard.

Another message went off on her phone. She didn’t care. She’d deal with it once her body had decided to let all of the hellish emotions out.

Then she heard something else come through her headset.

*BRING*

She looked up. It was a donation noise, someone was taking pity on her it seemed. What did make her stop for a second was the message though.

“Krys, we love you. It’ll be alright”

She blinked, sniffling as she read the message again.

“Th...thank you” she managed to almost physically pull the words out of her throat “I… love you guys.. Too”

*BRING*

Another donation came through, one of her first subscribers had sent through 10 dollars.

“Krys seriously, it’s alright. Some idiots might be here but we don’t give a fuck”

She gave a little chuckle behind the tears.

*BRING*

Another donation. 50 bucks.

“Whoa… thanks” she pulled her fringe to one side, looking for the message again.

“You know, you wear them pretty well anyway babe”

A full laugh came out that time. What the hell could she even do with that?

“I… I’m sorry I think I need to end the st….”

*BRING*

Holy shit. 100 bucks. What was even happening, she’d never had that much donated at once in her entire time streaming who the hell…

“Krys, I’ve watched you for a year, you’ve helped me through some tough shit and I can tell you need this right now.”

She wanted to cry again. But she could feel a smile crawling its way round her muzzle.

“I… I don’t know what to say… I…”

She heard more donation noises. Various amounts were popping through, some just a few bucks others more significant. She took another look at the chat.

• Fuck these haters, I love you Krys
• Seriously, talk to us. What’s up? You got a condition or something?
• Oh thank god, she’s smiling. Krys it’s alright
• This is fucking weird, I’ve heard of streamers wearing diapers but never thought I’d actually see it
• BEND OVER GIRL
• *user has been banned by a mod*

She couldn’t even care anymore about it. The words were washing over her as the noises in her headset offset the pain some of the words were causing.

“Guys please I… I’m sorry”

She didn’t even know what she was apologising for. For hiding it?

“I… have a .. a thing… I can’t…”

She struggled to get out the words. She knew she had to say them now, or else she’d never get to say them.

“I sometimes… I can’t get to the… the bathroom and…”

More donations came through, each one with a similar message of support. The chat was still going, mixtures of emoticons and text that quickly replaced each other.

“I… have to wear these…”

She sniffled and rubbed her nose. She’d said it. Did she need to say anymore? Would it matter if she did?

“I’m… gonna take a break. Than...thank you for the donations. I love you guys.”

She quickly moved her mouse to her broadcast software and shut the whole thing down. A long deep breath in followed as she lay back in her seat. She could feel her fur matting from the tears on her muzzle and some of her make-up dribbling down with it. She made a mental note to sort that out before she went back on stream… if she went back on stream.

Another text came through on her phone from her moderator friend. She’d known this person for years, met them in person once… but had never told them either.

“Krys, it’s OK. The chat is going but I’ll keep an eye on it. You’re still getting a few donations here and there too so just keep that in your head.”

She started tapping on the phone in response, her brain going on autopilot

“I’m sorry Leo, it’s so fucking stupid. Thank you for modding so much, don’t know what I’d do without you”

She took another look down at her waist as she pressed send.

“Oh for fucks sake”

Krys pushed herself out of her chair and checked the damage. She’d leaked, substantially, on her pants and chair, leaving a small puddle on the faux leather cushion under her.

“Dammit… guess I…”

A text from Leo came through as she started to remove her pants. The diaper was done, sagging down her thighs with fully failed leakguards barely keeping themselves to her body.

“Want to grab a drink tonight? On me? Think you could use it.”

She sighed… and then smiled. Ripping off the tapes to her diaper and throwing it to the ground she collected some paper towels from the kitchen and typed her response.

“Yeah. Seven sound good?”

Thank god Leo seemed to be supportive. He’d been there through thick and thin, she didn’t want to think about how she’d get through this without him. Her paws got to work cleaning up the memory cushion, taking a wad of them and pushing them into the soft fabric. She’d need to change into another one pretty soon but airing out was often preferable to getting changed straight away. Then she’d have to get back onto the stream.

She couldn’t just stop doing it. She’d have to address it at the start. What did she do? Set up new rules for her mods to follow about it? Just own it and move on, act like it didn’t happen? Nah that wasn’t an option…

Taking the ball of wet towels and wrapping them in her diaper, she threw the result into her bedroom pail. It needed emptying pretty soon, she could start to smell it from her streaming setup and that was always a bad sign. She’d deal with it later, now was really not the time to be worrying about it.

A quick look under her bed and a few seconds of annoyed groaning later she pulled out the cardboard box full of her chosen brand of diapers. Something about the bright pink and butterflies should have put her off immediately. None of it matched the rest of her clothes after all… hell plain white might not even have drawn attention to it on stream but there was something… just right about them.

She pulled out a new rectangular plastic square and unfolded it, sighing as she laid it on the bed and grabbed wipes from her bedside table. A little careful application of them later and she felt clean enough to lay herself down on top of the padding, taking some lavender powder and ensuring her nethers were properly protected. Every time she did this there was a strange rush through her entire body. It felt right, it felt safe. Hell she even felt sexy when she was finally all padded up. She knew all too well about the weird fetishists online who’d love to see her showing this stuff off. Guess she’d accidentally given them exactly what they wanted. Eventually she composed herself, pulling the front up and over the top of them she taped the new diaper securely on… and then relaxed with a big sigh.

“Fuck”

It felt good just saying it. It was a culmination of all the questions and thoughts that were flowing through her mind. Fine, what the hell, may as well get this over with. A short walk to her dresser and a new pair of pants later she was ready for the inevitable.

She pulled the memory cushion off her chair and placed it on top of her radiator before sitting down in the chair and pulling up the broadcast software.

“Deep breathes Krys. Just get going”

She pressed the broadcast button. Everything switched over to her streamer setup, she moved her mic back to her muzzle and adjusted herself.

“Hey all, I’m back. Think you guys are ready for me to kick some ass?”